morethanSunday

No, sorry Dungeons and Double Dragons fans, this is not for you.

The past week, I’ve had the privelege of being around some people who I will sorely miss.  Granted they’re only an 8 or 9 or 10 hour drive away, but it still won’t be the same.  The background, Dale and Deedee are moving to Calgary to be in the rodeo, figuratively of course: the rodeo of life.  The foreground, this.

Tonight a whole bunch of us got together, sat in Dale’s mom’s kitchen, where we would do the same many moons ago to talk, as we did, many moons ago.  We talked about the times where we would sit around that same table when we were 5, 6, 7 years younger.  We talked about the times where they (the odd time I would tag along with them) as teenagers would hang out until 4 o’ clock in the morning several times a week and get in trouble for it.  About the camps, about the parties, about who liked whom and what happened to what.

It felt like I was 14 again, sitting there because things were the same: the people, the place.  But we were all grown-up now (I use the term loosely, very loosely).  7 in the room were married.  1 of their children were there.  All the people were in their twenties.  But things were the same.  The time only changed.

So, to close.  Dale and Deedee I look forward to the time when we’re all together again sitting in the same place with the same people but in a time different from now.

Get a house soon, so I can visit.

I’ll take a brief break from studying.

I was thinking about what I was supposed to write today, but I can’t remember (note to self, when you have something to write about, write away right away).

Anyways, I’d like to comment on my previous entry like a bone.

I lied.

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I’m going to be starting a new series of called the “on:”.  Here I’ll be focusing on whatever is in the latter portion of the “on:”.  Among simplicity are intuitive, minimalistic in my list of favourites.

Today is a day unlike any other.  It differs from yesterday.  Sure, you may have done the same things today that you did the one before, but every instance of today is far different from yesterday.

You’re a different person from how you were yesterday.  It’s a matter of fact.  Every time your DNA replicates, it fails to make a complete copy of itself and truncates a little amount of yourself.  You are who your DNA is.

Aside: how much does environment play a part in development and how much is predisposed?

The day is different.  The clouds above you are from a place different than those that were above you yesterday.  I’ll take a stab in the dark and say that these clouds are those that floated above the great plains of Africa.

In short, today is a new day and yesterday is something that can never be achieved.

But, then, why does yesterday hold so much weight, or does it?