And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the lord of song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
There are points in your life that you know changed you. Like a pattern of connect the dots, the lines of your life intersect with these points and then go off in a different direction. It’s the nature of the beast, a part of being human. You choose not take this job, not turn that corner, and you end up a different person than you would have otherwise.
And there are times, so many times when you regret those choices for a long, long time, before you realize what they brought you, where they caused the winds to drop you off. And you realize had you not made that choice, not turned that corner, not loved that person…you wouldn’t be the person you are today.
And when one of those people – one of those touchstones – for lack of a better word, walks back into your life, you have the strangest reaction. An odd kind of stomach churning terror akin to the worst kind of stage fright, you’re trapped, panicky, and for the first while you don’t even let yourself open up to them at all, because of all kinds of reasons you aren’t even sure of enough to articulate them, and then you have a moment. A moment where the anger and the bitterness and the nerves dissipate and you look that person and everything they once meant in the eye…
Hey wait…I remember you
They’re magic, those moments. They don’t fix everything, they don’t erase the past, and they can’t take you back, there are some things you know you will perhaps never get over, and maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be. But they help, they rebuild a bridge that you didn’t even realize had structural support left in it under the ashes long since gone cold.
Friends right?
Definitely.