Okay bear with me here, for the random and off the cuff machine has been gassed up and thoroughly oiled , so here I go:
Isn’t our capacity to forget a great thing to possess? I don’t mean forced forgetting or anything like that, just the natural process of layering more information and thoughts over something or someone until you remember the subject years later with nary an emotional tinge. Like backwards archaeology if you will.
Perhaps it will be a certain scent, a song, or maybe just the way the sunlight shines through the net curtain as a breeze gently moves it, that signals Summer is here again. Whatever it is, we will be pulled into our minds eye straight away and taken back to a time when things were different and possibly rose-tinted…
It’ll be at that point when a look of wistfulness comes across your face and then after situating yourself and musing for a while, you realise that there is nothing you can do, those days and experiences are long gone and there is no other option than to move on. A feeling of powerlessness creeps in but also perhaps of peace…of letting something go and letting only the warm and blissful memories remain.
It can be a cosy thing to remember those people and times and the understandings you took from it all, how they shaped you in your new-found hindsight and how different it could all have been. I get this sort of feeling a lot. I suppose everyone does.
These days with people moving to the far ends of the Earth and communities evolving to be more like our wonderful WordPress example, than the towns and streets that used to make up the entire worlds of people. Everyone move on at some stage, but it is always nice to think that sometimes they think of us as well and that perhaps we and they treasured it all whilst it lasted.
Recently my local pub shut down, yes another one, it was sad even though I didn’t know many people apart from the bar staff. It was sad not to be seeing the familiar faces again, having that banter with the bar staff, not sitting at my regular table with my regular pint either. Perhaps the pub will reopen with new management soon, maybe some of the regulars will go back but I don’t think I would go back in. it just won’t be the same, perhaps I overly romantic about these things, or possibly just to dramatic.
Would meeting these people who occasionally cross our minds, be the same? No it wouldn’t in all probability, we’d chat about the old times, laugh and reminisce, promise to keep in touch but both of us would know we wouldn’t. The only thing to do, I guess, would be to keep working at those amazing friendships you have, never let them wane no matter the distance…if they do, well….you tried and had good times and there will be no regrets about that, just great memories.