It's not the numbers on the calendar that blow me away - it's the relentless, unforgiving passage of time and the impact it has had on my existence.
As a species we fail miserably to live in the moment. We're always thinking about tomorrow, at the expense of appreciation for the now. We don't get to do "now" ever again.
A warm spring day long ago, sitting at a table at an outdoor café with the love of my life. What I wouldn't give to live that moment again.
Last edited by NH Shooter; 12-19-2019 at 09:30 AM.
I had a bigger reply typed up, but I doubt you’d all find it terribly interesting.
There was (and is) just a lot of things I disagreed with. Mostly in regards to things we were either expected to do, or forbidden from doing. And I don’t mean actions or lifestyles that are in open defiance of Scripture, I never wanted that - the circles I grew up in just took it too far. I didn’t want to live the rock-n-roll lifestyle; I just wanted to listen to rock music.
So: when I moved out on my own, my choices would not have been acceptable. Despite being pretty mundane by “normal” standards. And I didn’t immediately sever all ties with a big F You, I just...walked away. Not from my faith, just from the circles I grew up with.
If you’re really interested, I’ll take the time to hammer out all the pros and cons from my perspective.