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Aug. 7th, 2011 @ 09:58 am Meanwhile back in New York...
Today finds me back in my adopted hometown of Webster, "Where life is worth living."

The place is actually sprawling with stores, businesses, homes, and churches. I am always amazed at how much changed in Monroe County. And I am also surprised as to how much has remained the same. The citizenry here is mostly polite, patient, and patriotic. You can tell that you are on the East Coast by the sound of accents, beachwear, and sensibilities on topics of interest.

And for all of that, in the back of my head, I recall the phrase "you can never go home again."

Overall, the world has changed, and for me, things from the past that I once held dear, don't have the same shine and allure that I once felt so intensely. Call it cynical aging, or something else, but I am just not feeling it like I used to. But I still try to retain the general concepts and understandings of the most basic workings of the how's and the why's, and just apply worldly experience to what I encounter in the here and now.

It isn't so much the specific examples, though I can list them, but the overall "feel" of the things that I have observed in my immediate surroundings since returning to the streets and various surroundings of the places that I had roamed in my youth. There is sometimes a sterility of sorts in the people I encounter that emanates beyond just the lack of familiarity. It could be just me, but I often think otherwise.

No matter what happens, we must all remember that our daily ripples of humanity interacts with others and goes to places far beyond the scope of our awareness. Humility and thoughtfulness still goes a long way.

Before this day ends, I will try to place myself on a Lake Ontario beach in anticipation of Sunday's sunset. There is something majesty yet calming about watching our nearest star making its final curtain call as it dips below the horizon. While some things must come to an end, there is an assurance of sorts that there is always a tomorrow, and with it, new possibilities.

We may not get all the tomorrows we want, but we can certainly make the most of the today's we have in the here and now.

Live like you really mean it, folks.
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Date:August 9th, 2011 02:04 am (UTC)
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It's amazing the sort of perspective we get going back to a hometown after a certain amount of time away from it. I felt a lot like this when I went back to Tampa on vaca last year. I got to watch a sunset with my BFF from 6th grade, and we spent the evening hanging out, watching the sunset, and reminiscing over our lives over wonderful Mexican food and a pitcher of sangria. Good times!

But yeah. Time and maturity [or cynical aging, if you prefer] tend to give one a new perspective on one's beginnings.
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Date:August 11th, 2011 12:48 am (UTC)
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Nothing says special times like sharing a bottle of good sangria.