For some reason, and I don't know why, I have been thinking about the time I was a teenager--more specifically, a high school senior. To augment my thoughts, I dug through a foot locker that contains stuff from the last thirty years of my life. And there it was--my high school year book. As I was thumbing through the pages, I became surprisingly frustrated. I couldn't remember most of my classmates. I was having a hard time recalling the details of my four years at Saugus High School. Am I loosing it?
Sometimes I look at the years gone by and it seems just a blur. I don't want it to be a blur--I want remember--the good and the bad. I want to remember conversations, the laughs, the cries, the people, the sights--I want to remember.
Maybe I am going through the beginnings of a mid-life crisis. Maybe if blogging existed twenty-five years ago, I would have remembered a lot more--and I would have been lamenting right now about knowing too much.
Well, just a though!
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