Sheik wrote: The flow of time is always cruel... its speed seems different for each person, but no one can change it... A thing that does not change with time is a memory of younger days...
Sheik wrote: Time passes, people move. Like a river's flow, it never ends. A childish mind will turn to noble ambition. Young love will become deep affection. The clear water's surface reflects growth. Now listen to the Serenade of water to reflect upon yourself.
I visited my mom last night. I always get this feeling of sadness when I visit around the holidays, and I don't know why. I mean, not like she's dead or anything! My father is, but that happened a long time ago. Maybe it's because I remember Christmas as a kid, and how exciting it used to be, and now it's not like that anymore. Maybe it truly is my father, who knows?
I drove by our old house in our old neighborhood last night. It's funny, it always seemed as if I'd be back. I remember last year as I helped her move, I came across all the things I started working on over the years that I never quite got around to doing. Like the train set my dad and I started in the early 90s, that we never completed. Or my car stereo that I started in 2002 that I never finished. My jeans from high school that were long outgrown. In any case, it was a sad day when I moved. When I was young, I put a pitching target on the basement wall that was still there in 2015. All the good times that I had.
The basketball hoop was still there, the same one that my friends and I would play a best-of-7 series on. The woods that were so magical when I was young, where we would play Zelda, using a sword that my parents had bought me at Disney World. That sled hill where you would wind up soaked in the creek if you weren't careful, where I messed up my tailbone sledding down some stairs on November 24th, 1991 (I remember the Dolphins beating the Bears in overtime when I was crying on the couch afterwards). My old back yard where we'd play football at night because we had lights.
I really did have a great childhood. And things change so gradually. There's no black and white where one day you're a kid, the next you're an adult. It's so gradual. It was such a great neighborhood to grow up in, and I have such great memories, from all those times where we'd all be in our Powerwheels, to the times I'd be sneaking a girl out of the house before my parents got home.
But you know what? Things are great now, as well. I'm a homeowner. I have a great family. My wife is downstairs cooking dinner, and I love her so much (For many more reasons than that). I have a great career working for a wonderful company as a salesman. And I've learned to live life as if I'm going to be cherishing this moment ten years from now.
She hated games, but loved the company of other men. Guess you cant ask for everything
Man, I am so sorry about that. A woman who you love, who you fully expect to spend the rest of your life with, and she pulls something like that. I truly hope that the right woman finds you, and soon.