Have you ever looked at old photographs and thought about the faces and events shown? I found myself doing just that the other day. The first thing I thought about was how divorce has ripped the images in two. Then I realized some of the faces have passed on to the great beyond.
Then I caught sight of myself, and I hardly recognized me. I don’t know how I got from then to now, or there to here. And while there’s no great mystery tugging at my curiosity bone, I do wonder. When I look at those photos, beyond trying to remember what all those people were like, I try to remember feelings. Sometimes I can. Most of the time, however, I cannot. Life just happens, whether or not I’m taking notes.
After a while, I gave up looking through the old photos. That batch of pics was a downer, really. And that’s okay. New photos are being taken all the time. New memories are being made. Some of these about-to-be memories will be torn apart some day – by divorce, by death, by life. But I don’t want to think about that right now. Right now I just want to live today to the best of my ability. All the while, saying “cheese.”