Sweet memories flashing very quickly by
Reminding me giving me a reason why
I know that my goal is more than a thought
Ill be there when I teach what Ive been taught
You know we've told you before
But you didn't hear us then
So you still question why
You didn't listen again
Sweet memories I never thought it would be like this
Reminding me just how close I came to missing
I know that this is the way for me to go
You'll be there when you know what I know
Reminding me giving me a reason why
I know that my goal is more than a thought
Ill be there when I teach what Ive been taught
You know we've told you before
But you didn't hear us then
So you still question why
You didn't listen again
Sweet memories I never thought it would be like this
Reminding me just how close I came to missing
I know that this is the way for me to go
You'll be there when you know what I know
Rush, "Lessons," 2112, 1976
So, as I reflect back on my and my mom's conversation yesterday, this song reminds me of what we talked about.
We were talking about how happy I was when I had friends that held me up, encouraged me. Loved me for all my geekness in school (yes, i was a geek). I gave all that up. I lost me! And, all these years, my mom has told me this. Time after time.
I know she has. But I didn't listen.
I don't know what has changed, but I'm listening now. I'm ready to finally hear it.
The memories of who I used to be are flooding me. The thoughts of who I can be are flooding me. If I can figure out how to combine the young with the maturing (never adult, I refuse to grow up), I'll be OK.
In fact, I know I'll be OK.
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