It’s that time of year when apparitions make appearances, and I’m reminded of things and people that I’ve nearly forgotten. ..well, seemingly forgotten. Perhaps, I never really did forget. I remember far more than I let on…
This isn’t to say that I hold any grudges, because that is far from the truth. I just .. remember.
But through light-hearted, unguided chit-chat, my mind aimlessly stumbled upon vague recollections of things and times past. Things and times that – dare I say it? - I had nearly forgotten! There were fond memories of moments that I’ve long since put out of my mind. And that’s a shame if for no other reason than because they really were happy times. (If there’s anything I gain from my sudden recollections, it’s that for years I’d been telling myself quite the simplified version of my life.)
For too long have I been looking at my life with tunnel-vision. But at least now I am realizing (or rather recollecting) that it was far more complex than I have given myself credit for. The actual chronology of my life tells a different story than the one I’ve been telling myself … and others, for that matter.
There were people. Lots of them. There were things that happened. Lots of those, too. And I’ve accumulated a colourful collection of tales worth remembering.
I am who I am, and every day I remember that ever more.
I don’t like good-byes, but I wish you well.