Sunday, March 11, 2012

Life.. It Goes On

Hello my dear readers.. It's been a while since I've dusted the cranking wheels, sighed deeply and observed life. And it's no wonder, because I haven't had a breather since my last post between weddings, funeral preparations, family and life.

So, my earlier posts had described what I named the Business Chronicles, my journey to become a young entrepreneur. Well- as it turned out, I was also actively pursuing employment to fund college and this little business. Now I've found a job and time for blogging will be less frequent (good news for some of you.. typically, The Android Community, which has been most hostile since my switch to Apple..) but, I'm not disappearing. I will still update Consumer Reviews by Nina so you can make the right choice when you go shopping.

All in all, 2012 is proving to be pretty promising.. and it's only March. Let's see how it pans out, and as always, I welcome you guys, my favorite people, to come along and join the crazy parade. But first, a thought:

Sometimes there are people that in our lives, at one point, held a significant position. Whether it was respect, admiration, affection; love, even, at some point, they meant a lot. But time passes, the chemistry of some relationships don't stand up to the test of time, trials, situations in life that expose the true colors of a person, and personality differences. Such is life.. But yet, the essence of all this remains true. No matter what: Life.. It Goes On. If you look back six months, a year, three years, five years- Where are those people that surrounded you? Where are those relationships you held in high esteem? If you've struck rare gold, maybe some of them are still around. But even if they're not, it hasn't stopped you from developing the film of your life story. (And cue the cheesy music)

What trips me up.. (uh oh, here it comes) is when people you haven't spoken to in years think they still know exactly who you are and/or that you are still dying inside because of what happened in the past. It's pitiful, amusing; even. I laugh inside and just go shake my slightly-larger-than average head. Mistakes happen- but you have to Keep Moving Forward. I bury the past and never retract. I take every opportunity and try to learn from it, try to grow. Which means every experience in my short happy life... changes me. Refines me. Turns silver into platinum and wood into copper.

So please don't expect to burn down the bridge to either respect, affection, friendship or love- and come out of left field years later with an all knowing attitude and minimizing the past.  It's not that we shouldn't forgive and forget- but it also doesn't mean a burned bridge doesn't leave ashes that will take more than coffee and a conversation to rebuild.