Blog Entry
I had an epiphany recently. It seems that over the last ten years, I've been avoiding a very important thing: Going home to see my family. The reason or excuse that I kept telling myself was I was afraid of going back to visit my mother's grave. It's been ten years now since I buried her and it's been ten years since she and I have spoken in dreams. I begin to think that perhaps my increased intake of alcohol as somewhat blurred her out of my subconscious, still holding on to the pain of losing her; even though she lives in my heart. I also realized that I need to stop telling myself that I've lost my friends, just because we aren't able to hang out like we used to. I just need to accept the fact that time moves on and people have to take different paths in order to get to where they need to be. Including myself. My life is still revealing things that I didn't know was there or could happen and it's still one hell of an eye opener for me. Maybe I need to appreciate the memories that I hold for the people that I care about and embrace the fact that they are still a part of my life... if I just put in the effort.