Reconnecting with Old Friends
There is something great about reconnecting with old friends. It helps to remind you of where you were. Even though you can’t go back in time and relive those days, it is nice to ground yourself once in a while. Good for the soul.
Wishing you can go back will be pretty hollow, but looking at that notch in time is a good way to evaluate your place in time- in the “now”.
There is certainly some remembrances of things you desire to forget. Those awkward times when life deals the blows that land bruises, loss of loved ones and painful experiences.
There are also things you wish you could put in a highlight reel, those things you were proud of – the accomplishments of goals and desires you have had over the years.
Then there are those very special remembrances with those genuine friends and family that if you could “bottle” the feelings of comfort and joy, you would open that bottle frequently and drink that in.
But change is going to happen. And some of your closest friends now may be just part of the future memories you may embrace.
Have you had those times when you’ d hope it would never end, but looking back later, it may have been the best thing? Disconnecting from people who ultimately create a negative influence can be hard to do. We may not even recognize that we are deep in the influence of friends who mean the best, but end up keeping things from happening in our lives.
So it is good to reconnect with old friends isn’t it?
Great for remembering who you were, the fabric of what you are now, and where things came to get you to today…. because still in the end there is “no day but today”.
Friends ( by Elton John and Bernie Taupin)
For friends are found on every road
Can you ever think of any better way
For the lost and weary travelers to go
Let the people know you got what you need
With a friend at hand you will see the light
If your friends are there then everything’s all right
These fragile times should never slip us by
A time you never can or shall erase
As friends together watch their childhood fly