Time Changes You and Even Me

I ran into an old friend, recently. I've talked to them, listened to them talk, and just observed, from my safe and comfortable distance. While twenty years have passed, since we have last talked, I have come to realize many things.

Time changes you. Time changed me. But the more things have changed, the more they have stayed the same.

I've grown up. Or have I? I'm beginning to question exactly what that statement means. Do we grow up? Or do we simply leave behind our childish ways because we now have something positive to live for? I have a family... a real life that I am held accountable for. But did I grow up?

You become what you are surrounded by. By this I mean, that... if I were around less intelligent people, then perhaps I wouldn't be as interested in my world, or even teaching about that same world, to my children. I would possibly be trapped by my own lack of intelligence, and not know any different, simply because I appear to be the smartest one in the room.

I have it good. I am so very thankful for the life that my husband and I have created for ourselves. I am thankful that I have a place to call home, and know that HOME is the most comfortable place to be. It's safe. It's reliable. It's warm. Our home is filled with love, laughter, and even sometimes, screaming and carrying on. We live. We love. We laugh. We enjoy one another, completely, even on the bad days.

So I'm wondering why I feel the need to stay connected to this long lost friend. Is it that I am trying to hold on to *my* youth? Is there something, unspoken, that I wish I could have changed? Or is it, that I am a saver, and I want to now save this person... possibly from themselves?