So Vilayphone and I were cleaning out some old boxes when we happened across some old letters from family, friends, enemies and those that were sometimes both.
I found some notes from my father...I remember reading them when they were written and not really paying much attention to them...then again why would I have kept them if they didn't impact me in some way? The point is, reading them now as a father myself I realize and understand the voice and semi conscious state in which they were written. I regret not understanding my father better...I think I was capable but I just didn't put the time in to make that happen. I regret not taking the time...it was there I just failed.
I found some notes from girlfriends past. The odd thing is all of the letters had the same thing in common...I had done something to wrong them and they had the gumption to tell me all about it. Funny, I fancied myself as somewhat a decent guy...boy was I wrong :) I regret not being more understanding of their feelings or needs. I regret being selfish.
I am starting to understand the idea that youth is wasted on the young. However, I am blessed to have an eternity to make it right...unfortunately this doesnt benefit those I have wronged...I see a trend forming.
Be nice.
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How long have you had such deep thoughts? :> I miss you guys! We need to get together. You should know that not many people can so easily admit when they are(or were) wrong. You've got that going for you! Maybe your not such a bad guy after all...
Fun to hear your voice (your literary voice). You deep-thinking, sweet-talking, introspective, reflective, and always inquisitive Ryan! Man, we miss you guys!
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