So I've had a change of heart regarding change (pun not included, promise). I don't like that it's often true, you know that old saying, "All good things must eventually come to an end." I hate it when it's true. It's not always that it simply ends because fate (except I don't believe in fate; so God) led it that way. Occasionally, it happens that way. When Adam died, that was it. My time on earth with Adam was over. However, I've recently discovered that it's not all that way. A lot of the things I hate changing are my own fault. It's not that I made them happen, but rather, I didn't do anything to stop it. It ended because of my own laziness.
Having fallen out of contact with a lot of my Street Invader friends, I was so frustrated and upset that I put the blame on change. I never thought to put the blame where it belongs: on me. If I had bothered to take time out to email or call or write (it's not like I was doing anything better; playing video games and watching movies probably), I would still know whats going on with Kurt, Lana, Katie, Nigel, Greg, Simon, Jane, and lots more. I love them all and wish I knew what
was going on, but my laziness messed that up.
Fortunately, all is not lost! There's always a way to fix it and make things right. Getting back in touch requires me picking myself up off of my lazy rear end and talking to people again. I bet you if I started talking to anyone of those people, they'd talk back. I'm not going to make that bet for real because betting on friends isn't very courteous. There's always a way out of a mess and it's never too late to do the right thing. Granted, if I waited another twenty years before talking to some of these people, the'd have forgotten all about me. However, I'm willing to bet with a few thoughts, I could tweak memories to remember me. Remember, there's always a way out!
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