I should finish cleaning the downstairs area of my house today (this is my area). It includes my office and the tv room, so why wouldn’t you think I should be responsible for it? It’s been a long time coming now and I’m finally ready to get it done.
I found some letters from friends from the past eight years. Some from those I met in BSU Choir at Samford during my college years, others from camp friends I met during my “Camp Tour” across the country in 1998 and 1999.
It’s amazing how reading these old letters lifts my spirits — even if the simple fact that I still have letters from 1996 proves that I am a major pack-rat. I haven’t talked to some of these people in years, yet I still remember the good times that we had. I miss the friendships that I had forged. If I had money I would take Sarah and be a year-round Wanderer to different camps and places in the country.
I would never trade any of the friendships, short or long-lived, that I have made over the past twenty-five years. Friendship with others is what makes us who we are. It affects our good moods, bad moods, good and bad times, lonely times, and reminiscent ones like the one I’m having now. For a person to be nostalgic enough to want to go back to those times is, in my opinion, an error in judgement. That would change who you are right now. I want to improve on who I’m going to be — but changing who I am right now would suggest that God put the wrong path in front of me somewhere in my life. I don’t believe that He would do that. He puts multiple paths, yes, but none of those are wrong ones, in my opinion.
I know that I probably confused most of those who read this (which is probably a total of four people). Suffice it to say — I cherish my memories — but they are exactly that — Memories. It is up to God and myself to forge ahead and choose how I am to go on from here.
“Often the test of courage is not to die but to live.” — Vittorio Alfieri
