kartooner

It’s inter­est­ing the thoughts you have when you reflect upon the pre­vi­ous years of your life. What­ever time period, reflec­tions are like mem­o­ries in a tide pool. When we come to the point of rem­i­nisc­ing, it’s as if we are look­ing into the water at our own reflec­tion notic­ing the minute details that pos­si­bly we never glanced upon before.

From the let­ters I’ve received from my brother in boot camp, it seems he has done a lot of rem­i­nisc­ing. He has men­tioned to me a few times that he can remem­ber play­ing Megazeux and putting on “shows” which where a child’s ver­sion of Broad­way plays. Sure, we had our times to grovel over stu­pid things like pass­ing the remote or petty argu­ments which now are for­got­ten. These kinds of con­flicts in our lives, whether they be with sib­lings or par­ents smooth them­selves over, much like peb­bles in a pond. Over time from sit­ting there they are smoothed over and their tex­ture — what once was rough is now smooth. Most impor­tantly when one takes the time to remem­ber their past — inad­vert­edly they remem­ber themselves.