All my life...
The song by the Beatles could not be more true. It takes only but a statement for me to drift off and think about my past, and how things have changed in just a few years. My pen-pal Sol told me in a letter the other day about how her dear friend was moving away. A feeling that I could very much relate to.
Looking back on my early childhood, before moving to Las Vegas, I wonder about some of those kids that I was really good friends with. Ones that I probably will never hear of again. One time I returned to State Line, NV I saw a few of the folks I knew from way back when. Playing soccer in the local park. I could recognize the face, and the names followed shortly there after. It was sad when I was thinking about it, but not all that unbelievable. I know, they moved on. And they are living for the day. That is perfectly fine. I just wonder how they are doing right now... I still wish to this day that I had kept in some form of contact with them. Though at the time we moved I was still very young, to young to really step forward on that plate.
Another one of these moments came just last night, as I was on my way home from Town Square in Las Vegas. Driving along Sunset Road, talking about high school. The good times and the bad times, it seems to be flying by so fast now that your on your way out the door. I regret not being more involved during my freshman year, I mean it was not really until last year that I stopped making such a fool of myself and joined in the the fun.
With all this thought, you should never regret to much. I regret not doing some things, but if I could change anything... I wouldn't. What happens happens, and in my personal opinion. Its always good to take a moment and think about our lives. Look at me I am only 17 and I sound like an old man talking about his life. Its amazing, though. How in only that time, of my life how much has changed, and there are still so much more time to come.
-Takahashi
Trust me, you're not the only one who has such thoughts. When I was leaving high school, I was completely amazed that it was finally happening. I felt like Reinhold Messner, finally reaching the summit of Everest. The view from the top is an impressive one; you get to see just how far you've come, but remember: the altitude can distort the past. What may look like small steps or shallow revines were once mountains of their own. The way I see it, I am blessed to be able to look back on the past, not because I see it exactly how I did then, indeed that's impossible, but so that I may remember that one day I will have climbed to higher peaks, and the summit I find myself on now will one day appear a tiny step on a winding path. All you can really do is live each moment to it's fullest, and remember that if you don't give it your all, you can never climb higher.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't worry. I've been called an old man too ;-]
Tis not the sins of commission but the sins of omission.
ReplyDeleteYou got the right idea. Nostalgia is a pain, but quite worth it anyway. You get that regret, 'if only', attitude whenever something ends. I would not change a thing either. Maybe one thing, but I will feel differently soon.
You got the benefit of wisdom w/o the replacement hip. Whoop with joy!