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Chatterbox: The bliss as is


It’s just funny how life drops packages at our door like the Fed-Ex guy. We can go months without thinking about one topic and suddenly something surfaces repeatedly.

So, last week, we talked about the cycle of our opinions as we continually evolve. The week prior we talked about change, as we do new things and stop doing old ones. Though, over the years, Chatterbox has talked about too many things to recount, certain conditions are for sure. One remains the same throughout life: The more things change, the more they don’t. It’s a paradox that remains true and unchanging because as life changes for each of us, we become part of that which continuously repeats itself, generation after generation.

We’ve talked before about how life has a way of skewing things. We’ve talked about growing up, going back to our hometowns, to our high school friends, all after some imperative years of real life under our belts. We evolve, and life teaches us much more than we ever thought was out there to learn; school-cool never really matters. We grow up only to realize that no one knew who was cool … not really.

Hmm, sounds like someone is reminiscing. Yes, well, I went to my high school reunion this past weekend. They are always eye opening. I think the greatest thing that ever happened to me at any of my many high school reunions was an eye-opening chat I had in about five sentences.

A gal introduced me to her husband, telling him that my crowd was the “in” crowd at school. I was dumbstruck. I corrected her. Her crowd was the “in” crowd and that I didn’t even have a “crowd.” We laughed. No one knew what was going on back then. It didn’t really mattered, and it shouldn’t.

Several times, here at Chatterbox, we’ve talked about high school, looking back, and how which paths we cut each day would remain. We talked about the fun, the angst, and the irony in the fact that, while we are in our teen years at high school, it seems as though that is what life will be about forever. It’s very real and it consumes us. Eventually, we learn, it’s only so much smoke and mirrors.

The truth is that high school and all it includes, is a dichotomy because, in different ways, everything and nothing we do there, matters. It’s a perfect training ground for life, though, because it is our personal achievement and human interaction that leave the most important marks. We leave our own stamp on each part of our past, and high school becomes part of our past – in a flash.

No one rashes up faster than I do at those memes of encouragement with fuzzy bunnies sending bubbling hearts with kisses. I delete them so fast I dent my phone. Still, sometimes, they do say it all.

In a room filled with people of a mutual past, my long ago classmates generated an aura of love unparalleled for me. As we have grown older, really experienced life, taken the hits and enjoyed the perks and lost nearly 20% of our classmates too soon, we’ve all grown. When we look back, little is left but the common high and lows we experienced in school as kids and in life as adults. We love each other now more than ever because we understand each other now more than ever.

Only by the footprints we leave are we measured. The kindness (here comes that annoyed kiss-blowing fuzzy bunny) yes, the kindness we exuded way back then is all that is remembered. The cool kids, the nerds, the quiet ones, the beaus and belles of the ball, homecoming queens – no one remembers those labels. The Who’s Who of campus life varied by perception anyway, and everyone’s perception was different. No one really knew who the “in” crowd was, even if we all think we do. Ultimately, no one cares either. Regardless of any person ever being singled out, my classmates, over 600 strong, each went on to become part of the great American quilt.

It’s nearly impossible for me to describe the depth of genuine love that I was blessed to experience this past weekend. It wasn’t like being back in high school – it was way better. The longer we play this game of life, the more level the field becomes. That bonds us tightly, but it sure improves visibility, too.