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.
Rookie1 wrote: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.