Seeing Rainbows

Being home brings old memories to life. People who were, now are. We meet again in the living room of our lives.

Perhaps it is because absence does, actually, make the heart grow fonder. Or, maybe because we have all been steadily growing up, that we can return with a renewed sense of unity. The years have passed, but the friendships do not.

Sometimes it is both a blessing and a curse. We are allowed to see who we are, as much as who we were. In certain instances we allow ourselves to revert back to old, to take a few steps backwards. No matter. This only serves to remind us how far we have traveled in the first place.

It is sad to think back over the years, and realize how many friendships have been won and then, ultimately, lost. In these memories we can find sadness, regret, and mourning. But this only makes those friends we do keep even dearer.

In the broad spectrum of life, love and friends, there is no black and white, only a cascade of colors to be celebrated. And all I see are rainbows.

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