On Saturday, I went to meet a really old friend. One that I hadn't seen since graduation. He's now happily married and going travelling to New Zealand in October. We lost touch when we graduated and he had the sense to look me up through the alumni directory and managed to find me. It was sweet because as we were chatting away and keeping track of the number of people we're still in touch with from uni, the numbers were small. It's strange how I keep thinking that my undergraduate days were the best years of my life yet the number of friends from there is relatively small. Maybe this is what comes of being a wandering nomad over the years, and being bad at keeping in touch with people after a number of years.
I had an interesting phone conversation last night and felt deja-vu all over again You know how you tell yourself that you won't repeat what you consider as a mistake? And the same awful feeling as you realise that what you're doing at that moment is exactly what you've done before? Sometimes it feels as if my life is a reel of the same movie being played over and over again and there's nothing that I can do to stop myself crashing into the same awful catastrophe. Unless it's transforming into a bad habit, I think I must rationalise with myself that it's wrong and I should never repeat it again.
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and then you become much older and realise you're still repeating those mistakes, but in new and interesting ways. i've always been told you face a lesson as many times as you need to learn it. does that mean in one form of the lesson? or all forms of the lesson? sigh. can't someone write an accurate owner's manual?
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