Friday, September 01, 2006

Who are you? Where did you go?

"Blessings on thee, little man
Barefoot boy with cheek of tan.."

-John Greenleaf Whittier

Where did all the time go? Was this really more than twenty years ago? Where is this young man now.. and what did you do to him? What happened to all the bubbly laughter.. the joyous spirit and the first-hand experiences, unfazed and unjaded.. 'tis a rare view back to a time when everything seemed brand new.. untouched and unperturbed. A time when you're at the top of your game and you feel invincible.. indestructible..

Answering the calls of higher education.. nocturnal employment.. an uncertain yet budding would-be Broadcasting career.. and a band hellbent on wreaking Hardcore energized havoc.. it all once happened.. all at the same time.

We look back and marvel at the seemingly insurmountable feats performed and let loose a heavy sigh of relief; longing, perhaps.. that given yet another chance to return and recreate it all, everything would be redone as it was the first time around.

Yes, we made mistakes along the way.. some trivial, some dismal.. but in the end, we charged it all to so-called experience.. the price of the bill of which we foot to this day.. be it our fate or collective destiny, who's to say.. whatever it may have been or whatever it held in store, it is the hand we are dealt.


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