nostalgia is tiresome
attached is an email that a friend sent me last night. it was a much needed reminder that friendships/relationships matter. you may never fully know the impact you’ve had on someone’s life; your words and actions may be long remembered, even after the friendship has faded.
The other funny thing about relationships is that even though they’re hard and painful and can really suck at times, I believe its one of God’s most effective means at giving us a glimpse of how powerful redemption really is.
Pssst! Today is my birthday. My SPECIAL birthday (turning 26 on 26th). Get your last minute good wishes in.
In the first hour of my birthday (1 am), I was reading through all the birthday cards, graduation cards, random letters that I got from friends starting from more than 10 years ago until now. It’s awesome reading their words and how much heart they poured out for me into these letters and cards. Reading them made me miss them so much and made me wish I had kept in touch with all of them. There were letters from friends that I cut off ties with, not because they were bad friends, but because I was selfish and stupid. I hope they can forgive me.
As for others, I wish I had more time to keep in touch. In the cards that congratulated me on my graduation (college), there were many empty promises to visit and talk every day and keep in touch. At the time, I thought these would be promises that we could keep, but now I know I was being slightly naive. No accusations here! Not at all. Just wish we had unlimited time to give love and receive it to the fullest.
Nostalgia is tiresome.
A lesson I learned from this is that we should keep writing to people we love. Keep writing cards, keep writing letters and really give your all when you’re doing it. Don’t ever think what you write is too sappy or worry that they might take it the wrong way (I worry about this a lot). And when you get these cards and letters, keep them forever.
There’s nothing more amazing than seeing how others saw you at your best.
Or that even at your worst, they treasured you.
Even when you felt invisible, they saw you.
So thank you everyone who at one point wrote notes, letters, cards, random post its for me. Even if I don’t talk to you now, I read what you said and I thank you for writing that for me. If it wasn’t exactly what I needed to hear then, it’s exactly what I wanted to hear now.