Hi folks, I'm still alive... It's amazing reflecting back to the me of 16 years and about people I knew or still know, and life itself and how all of it has changed. Some for the worse and some for the better. I leaves me with a real melancholy feeling. John Eldredge talks about this, I can't actually remember which book it is, but he talks about how each perfect moment in our lives leaves us with a haunting memory and even if we go back to those locations even with the same people, we will never get those perfect moments back.
I feel like the past 5 or so years of my life have been lived very glibly on my part, without any real thoughts or goals or plans... simply cruising through life one day at a time. I've taken myself out of the loop, much like Tom Cruise in The Last Samurai, crying feverishly out in the night for saki to numb his pain. He too was a lost soul who had forgotten how to truly live. Will I, like he, at last find some measure of peace?
