// August 31st, 2007 // No Comments » // Uncategorized
In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.
The Unbearable lightness of Being – Milan Kundera
My life is like many others. It’s the choices we all make that separate me from you and you from me. The choices we make are the parts of our story. Every good story has plot, which requires a change.
So many things have changed for me in the last couple years. Many of which I chose and many of which have happened by circumstance. Sadly, the ones I have not had any control over have become a weight on my happiness. Making me the guy who chooses to live in the past.
So I have come to a point in my life, a fork have you, where I must update my sense of who I am and where I am going and with whom. I must accept the life I have and choose to make changes that guide it to where I want it.
This is not new news, but a reflection of some of my stress and frustration around the wedding. It is at events and points like this in ones life that all these things that I may be holding onto come into play. My understanding of my family, friends, enemies, aquantaces all play a role in what I expect. But perhaps what I expect is something that only exists in my head, expectations based on a time in my life that has set the course for the story that I write.
It is time for me to open the new book of my life and place my name and my fiance’s name in the cover. Perhaps in this book some of the old characters will return, but let’s not write a book about my old book.
