Ghosts
August 2, 2006
3:39 p.m., MT

I have a number of friends who seem to have virtually no memories from when they were young ... or older, for that matter. Important dates slide by unnoticed by them, year after year after year ... and for the longest time, I felt sorry for them. I couldn't imagine having no mileposts to mark my years by.

But this year—today—how I wish I could join them.

Sunni

Comments: 4 people have contributed to the conversation

On Thursday, August 3rd, at approximately 7:05 a.m. Mountain time, B.W. said:

As much as we hate to face them, our ghosts make us real. Pain is the price we pay for caring, and the happy memories and lessons learned are worth the investment. But those mileposts creep up on you anyway - friends share your pain.

On Thursday, August 3rd, at approximately 8:48 a.m. Mountain time, Sunni said:

"Pain is the price we pay for caring ..."
Indeed. Thanks for the reminder. Are you familiar with the Rush song Bravado (from Roll the Bones)? There's a line in it that's appropriate here: "We will pay the price, but we will not count the cost."

On Sunday, August 6th, at approximately 12:36 p.m. Mountain time, DLT said:

I've noticed that attempts at art created by people who've not known much pain often seem lacking ... but I have to object to the suggestion that pain is somehow more important than joy.

Both shape us, and an incapacity to fully appreciate either can distort us.

L

On Monday, August 7th, at approximately 6:15 a.m. Mountain time, Sunni said:

Lobo, I don't see where BW or I are saying, or even implying, that pain is more important than joy. Rather, exactly as you say, "both shape us".

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