Worlds Apart

There is not much to say.

I am updating this because I have been encouraged by someone to update, as it has been over a year since I last wrote anything in this thing. Reminiscing is weird. Every so often I go through old photos, and it always brings up something different. Sometimes I am able to go through the digital flip book of my life with very little emotion actually coming to the surface, and sometimes it brings sadness, because the relationships that I used to hold so dear have changed so much. Sometimes it brings happiness, because the relationships have changed. I perhaps should just be happy that they were ever a part of my life. But that's not how it works. I seem wired to think about the more negative aspects of situations, or rather, maybe I just seem to remember the best aspects of individuals. It takes work to look at the reality of the situation with some sort of objectivity, and at the same time, it takes quite a bit of insight to realize that I may just be making stupid wishes. Some of those relationships were not positive in the least. Some were downright destructive to my health and life.

 It also takes work to understand that that same desire for the past, the idealized memories, could get in the way of my current awesome state of being. It is not hard to remind myself of how incredibly happy I am right now.

 Making new real memories is even more fun than reminiscing over what could have been.