Moments in passing

There are some things or people that we fall in love with, that become a huge part of our lives and come to define us and who we feel ourselves to be. We will swear that we'll love them forever, that they'll always be perfect and we'll never change our minds and that no matter what happens we'll always be true. Time passes and we return to our former passions, only to discover that our fickle soul has changed and that which we once loved doesn't seem to be the same anymore: it seem smaller, less important, cheapened, making us our own self somehow feel lessened as a result. With a melancholy heart, we accept that things will never be the same, that they can never go back to how they were, that everything has changed and the best that we can hope for is some sort of nostalgic afterglow, shadows of our former feelings.

This frightening prospect makes us turn a cold face to the world, put on our emotional armour, refuse to revisit past loves or old glories, vow to build ourselves anew each day, living like modern Orpheans never looking back. While we can do this, we can choose to cut ourselves off from that forgotten country of the past for fear of pain, fear of suffering, fear of discovering that things were not as we remembered them, while we can do this we would be wrong and it would diminish us. It would diminish us because we would never then discover that sometimes things do stand the test of time, they are worth of all that once thought and they remind us of who we used to be and who we have become.