Lost and Free

I saw a picture this morning. In this picture I was with a group of guys I no longer talk to at all. Not for any negative reasons but as life goes on some relationships just kind of fade away. In the grand scheme of things eight years shouldn't be a lifetime. But that's exactly what that was. That was a completely different life than what I have now. This picture was actually right before I met my ex wife. Which in itself makes me laugh. That in that eight year span since this picture I met a woman, fell in love with her, married her and then watched our relationship run into the ground below my feet. Maybe that right there is the whole point of this. Relationships come and then they go. Without any warning someone new comes into your life. Maybe they become a fun acquaintance or even closer. Maybe they are able to grab a hold of your heart. Then, again, without any warning at all, they are gone. It's what makes the moments that we have so special. We never know how long they will last.

I saw a picture today. In this picture there was a boy I used to be. This boy eight years in my past. I remember where I was then, how I felt emotionally. An odd combination of lost and free. And with everything that I have been through the last eight years. With all the love and heartbreak that comes with it, I am still that same boy. I may never change.