ride away into that sunset cowboy...
...and never look back.
There was a girl I knew back once when i was too young to care about philosophy and too old to reminisce about life, and she told me, only slightly before we left on separate paths of life, "If you like someone you should be nicer to them." The same girl, only a short time before tried to kiss me once, and in my inexperience of youth I panicked, not knowing the particular rights and wrongs of doing the liplocking thing, and lost the one chance I'd had to engage in such an experience. Today I saw her again, not for the first time since the long past events that initiated our dialogue, but the first time in quite awhile.
Needless to say I began thinking about the quick passage of this story "my life" and all that occurred between the said past and present, both in me and out, and found myself somewhat speechless.
Today my mom told me when I graduate I could possibly move out to St. Louis where my brother was and start a new life there. I pondered the thought, sucking down all the surprise I could and began rationalizing what this whole "life" thing was about. I smiled, knowing all to well St. Louis could be the escape I've been looking for for oh so long, considering the idea of ditching my past and making a clean start, because my has it become muddled.
I need something new. As I grappled with the idea I ate gobstoppers and chocolate via a nicely decorated table.
I can't help but wonder if throwing everything aside and making a new path is really ever going to make me happy.
To the girl from said acknowledgement, thank you for a lovely party and I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer to reminisce and catchup, but stand assured your kindness and humanity (or human understanding? both?) precipitates and pours from beyond a few spoken words, whether ten years or half an hour ago. The impact of one person on another can be subtle at times, but more surprisingly meaningful than ever at others.
This is one of those "others".
Domo Arigato.
There was a girl I knew back once when i was too young to care about philosophy and too old to reminisce about life, and she told me, only slightly before we left on separate paths of life, "If you like someone you should be nicer to them." The same girl, only a short time before tried to kiss me once, and in my inexperience of youth I panicked, not knowing the particular rights and wrongs of doing the liplocking thing, and lost the one chance I'd had to engage in such an experience. Today I saw her again, not for the first time since the long past events that initiated our dialogue, but the first time in quite awhile.
Needless to say I began thinking about the quick passage of this story "my life" and all that occurred between the said past and present, both in me and out, and found myself somewhat speechless.
Today my mom told me when I graduate I could possibly move out to St. Louis where my brother was and start a new life there. I pondered the thought, sucking down all the surprise I could and began rationalizing what this whole "life" thing was about. I smiled, knowing all to well St. Louis could be the escape I've been looking for for oh so long, considering the idea of ditching my past and making a clean start, because my has it become muddled.
I need something new. As I grappled with the idea I ate gobstoppers and chocolate via a nicely decorated table.
I can't help but wonder if throwing everything aside and making a new path is really ever going to make me happy.
To the girl from said acknowledgement, thank you for a lovely party and I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer to reminisce and catchup, but stand assured your kindness and humanity (or human understanding? both?) precipitates and pours from beyond a few spoken words, whether ten years or half an hour ago. The impact of one person on another can be subtle at times, but more surprisingly meaningful than ever at others.
This is one of those "others".
Domo Arigato.