Touching The Past (A Ghost of Memory)

[jmfargo]

I've been talking to my past, lately. Friends from a time when I was very different, physically, mentally, spiritually. I'm not who I was back then, and yet for some reason it constantly amazes me that they aren't who they were, either.

Oh, there's still a bit of us all leftover from that time, but overall life moves on, and we with it.

I was emailing back and forth with a good friend of mine, an ex who became a friend again after a little bit of a healing time, and she mentioned someone that was a mutual friend of ours back over 9 years ago. I was absolutely blown away by the simple dropping of a name. I haven't thought about this girl for years, probably six years, and just reading of her made me remember that I hadn't thought about someone that was so important to me, someone that WAS my Summer one year.

We move on, we grow, and we change. We even forget, sometimes. The things that make our lives now, that seem so important to us, so often change later on down the line. That change is even more apparent during your teenage years, I think, when life is constantly shifting, and you haven't yet learned who you truly are, or maybe you have, but everyone around you hasn't.

Then, out of the blue, another friend I haven't talked with in probably six years replies to an email I thought had been ignored. I learn he's been married. Him, the man we all thought would be the consummate bachelor, married to someone he quite obviously loves. It's...amazing. Again, flooded with memories and thoughts of people I've not really truly thought of for more than 1/6th of my life.

It's just amazing what memories are waiting behind my closed eyelids, waiting to be set off again by a random encounter, or chance meeting. A word dropped from lips I haven't heard from in years can set off hours of musing, days of contemplation.

It's just amazing.

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[norda.livejournal.com]

It's just amazing what memories are waiting behind my closed eyelids, waiting to be set off again by a random encounter, or chance meeting. A word dropped here from lips I haven't heard from in years can set off hours of musing, days of contemplation.

It's just amazing.

That's often the way of it.

I personally think very little in this life is random.

[jfargo.livejournal.com]

I used to go with the line "There's no such thing as coincidence," and while I can't say I believe that any more, I still believe there's an underlying pattern to our lives that moves things along.

Not a plan, but a pattern.

[desta.livejournal.com]

and then there's me. :P <3

[karinablack.livejournal.com]

:)