Wednesday, April 7, 2010
then and now, now and then
I look at that picture of the girl on this blog - that Whimsy person from a few years ago.
I'm not sure if I recognize her anymore when I look in the mirror.
I mean, I recognize myself: me, the person I am today.
But I don't see Whimsy-that-was, Whimsy-before-Bean, Whimsy-before-the-last-couple-of-years.
I don't think this is necessarily a bad thing.
Life etches its lines on our faces.
Over time, these lines weave a new topography.
My face tells the story of what was and what is.
That other Whimsy was a different person, and selfish in many ways (though I'm surely not a saint today, either).
And just like that old Whimsy, the Whimsy-that-is-right-now will appear to be self-centered and blind to the Whimsy-that-will-be in a few short years.
A few short years and we become new people.
At least one can hope.
The trouble that I face each day is to hold on to what is good about today while letting go of those things that I don't want to see in the mirror tomorrow.
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