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Bygones

I'm in a new phase where I'm attempting to let bygones be bygones.

I'm making efforts to bridge gaps and extend the olive branch.

I don't expect the relationships to go back to where they were before the breaks happened. But I'm hoping for a thawing of the ice and a certain level of genuine warmth and affection. Or I would just settle for the bitterness and the hate to disappear.

Why?

I've been feeling overtly philosophical lately. And it struck me that as I'm moving into new phases and new avenues in life, there's been some bitterness holding me back. Memories gone sour. I hate it that when I think of college and friends and classmates, that there are unhappy recollections.

I know that I can't expect to get along swimmingly well with everybody, but that doesn't have to translate into dislike and hate and anger. Does it?

I accept that I can't be friends with everyone. But I would like to be good acquaintances at least. That when I run into someone I knew maybe 5-10 years down the line. Though we may not get along, we're able to hug and smile or at the very least smile and nod with some amount of genuineness. That we may actually care about how the other person is doing and not not give a f***. That for 10 minutes at least, we may reminisce in the glow of old memories and not recollect the bitterness that once abounded.

Am I asking for too much? Perhaps.

But I'm still hoping.

For as the very wise Kellie O'Conner once said, "If you have memories together, there is always a piece of friendship inside your heart."
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Anonymous said…
Wow....Lyandra! Good philosophy. Forgive and forget. But I dont think you must have had that many skirmishes with anyone. Believe me...noone remembers after 10 years. Atleast I dont. I remember all the good times I had in college and tear up. I wish I could go back to the past years :(
25 July 2008 at 14:54
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