Was reading some long-past entries in my journal… It’s amazing the ever-shifting landscape of our relationships over the years. Who comes and who goes, who I talk to every day and who I’ve not spoken to in years after all’s said and done, to this point. The grid, the network of names and faces, talks and listens, suggestions, advice, time spent, places visited, experiences shared… It’s like an epic tapestry in motion, horizontal and undulating with waves of time.<\/p>\n
There’s only so much of me. I look at everything, I remember people in turn as I flip aimlessly through days condensed into a few short paragraphs like a can of alphabet noodles; my outlook comes back at I piece the moments together again–I remember how it felt<\/i>.<\/p>\n
Contrary to what you might think, it doesn’t overwhelm me with nostalgia or a gripping desire to relive those days and people, but only provokes a quiet reflection–it brings my current sphere of experience into sharper focus; I understand why I act certain ways; I see trends, things I’d like to break, and things I’d like to maintain or resurrect.<\/p>\n
I know I’m talking in abstracts again, but I can’t offer specifics anyhow, because I simply don’t know. I don’t know. I have plans and dreams and visions (to invest in), but only He knows how the relationships around me will converge and diverge around this pathway I punch through time.<\/p>\n