Every few months we push ourselves to the limit. We stumble into this whole thing rather cautiously, remembering the last time. Not wanting to feel that way again. Saying, “never again,” or, “maybe once more just to remind myself.” Then after a few late nights, fuzzy and unfocused the following day and a headache always a slight-move-to-the-right away--we remember. This time found us reliving a past that was, apart from very personal, rather insightful. No wisdom was to be found, yet all of the confusion and frustration is the foundation for wisdom. Looking back, we see that most of junior high and high school was renunciation. Six full years of absolute disdain for life. The basis for good practice. Every once in awhile we find ourselves wanting to relive those days in order to remember the great lessons from them.
posted @ 10:33 PM