Another theme that hits close to home for me!
At times, I feel as if I live my life looking through the rear-view mirror, wrapped up in the past, mentally stuck somewhere in between nostalgia and reliving an unfinished moment.
That being said, it’s sort of implied that nostalgia is unique within each person.
Remember when I wrote another letter about us, as human beings, as a whole becoming a sum of our experiences? We are. Plus, what about perception? My God! That makes a world of difference. My dad saw Germany and France through vastly different lenses than I did when I was just a grumpy mop of red ringlets, wearing white tights and plaid dresses to school.
You can grow up in the same household as someone for your entire child-teenager life, yet recall different fond memories.You’ll also inevitably remember the same events in a different light than one another.
When I came down with food poisoning in Paris, my dad remembers taking me to a French doctor’s office, where he spoke fluent French for the first time in years with the staff, accessing a dormant part of his brain. I just remember the stomach pains and being a crying lump on my dad’s shoulder at The Louvre.
And that, SLM readers, is why I love this theme so very much.
Laughter, adversity, friendships (both good and bad) all have a purpose somewhere in our lives.
We’re each walking pieces of art, being sculpted and molded by these things every day.
I hope you enjoy our pieces.
Kelly Fitzharris Coody