There is a story that I was going to post about my goings-on of last year at just this time that I decided to rip down. My story, while it would reveal the truth, would also possibly hurt someone (I suspect). My story, however, is juicy and scandalous, and makes me laugh cruelly inside. But no, I'm not going to post it.
But I will talk about last year...
Last year was a time of massive change.... abandoning recklessness. Today it was so warm outside. It was warm, but still a little damp and it felt good. I didn't mind walking and being around people, so I took the bus to work this morning and sucked in the cool, fresh air through my nose as I strolled down my block. I even walked around campus a bunch of times.
The warmer air always stirs old memories. Most of them so good. So good that I long to recreate that moment just so I can feel that emotion again. It cannot be recreated though. It can never be duplicated. Yes, there will be similar moments of happiness and laughter, and beyond that, there will be similar moments of just pure contentment. Satisfaction. But the person, or the event, or the day can never be reincarnated. It happened; it's over.
March forward.
