subtle revolution

"There are two kinds of revolutionists, as of most things- a good kind and a bad. The bad revolutionists destroy conventions by appealing to fads- fashions that are newer than conventions. The good do it by appealing to facts that are older than conventions." (G.K. Chesterton)

05 October 2006

this too shall pass

I'm just in a weird mood today.

Now that I am a resident of Missouri I have been working to settle into my new home by unpacking my various belongings and putting "my mark" on the walls, in the drawers, and so on...

As I've been sorting through everything I've been reminded of so many things in my past. It seems as if I never remember the past as it actually was, but my mind prefers to paint things with broad strokes of black or white. Either I look fondly upon a period or I let a bitter taste linger in my memory.

My weird mood could probably be chalked up to the swings of emotions I'm experiencing through this transition of life. God has answered a prayer by permitting me to join the staff of a church, but he has also carried me away from everyone, everywhere, and everything I'd known. Don't hear what I'm not saying; I'm not complaining about the situation. I just need to get adjusted to it. And as that adjustment takes place, I know I'll experience some rough spells when I look fondly back upon my life thus far and wish that my current daily living somehow resembled my past.

It's odd isn't it? We seek to keep moving, keep pressing on, keep moving forward, but we spend so much time looking back and longing for what we had. Maybe you don't experience this, but I surely do. Honestly, I look back to my years at UW-Green Bay as my fondest to date. I was more active, I was soaking up the educational system, my extra-curricular involvement kept me busy all hours of the day and night, I had more close relationships, I had less weight and more hair, and so on... I could recite a list as long as my arm of things that I wish I still did or had, but as I sit and contemplate this, I come to remember also the pains that I so longed to overcome at those times. I realize that there are times when the rose-colored glasses are so bravely tinted that I forget about how intense the heartaches and how severe the trials were on occasion. But the heart is slow to learn isn't it?

I guess I don't have much more to say.

I'm just in a weird mood today.

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