A year ago I had a great job. I loved it. I thought I'd stay there for the remainder of my career. Then, about a year ago, it changed. Over the past year, that old job slowly disappeared and was replaced by a job I didn't like at all. So, I'm moving on. I've found and will soon start another job, and it looks like it will be good, better than my current job. If I could, though, I'd rather go back to the job I had a year ago. That was a great job.
Yesterday I received a letter from an old friend. As soon as I saw it, I knew what it was. He was telling me that God missed me and that I should return to being a fundamentalist Christian. I was extremely religious when I was younger and, being a charismatic person, I influenced a few people to become seriously religious as well. I don't keep in touch with many people from those days ("those days" being the first twenty five years of my life). Those people who knew me when I was so religious and who are still very religious themselves find my current life very sad, I know. They are sincere in their concern, and I can appreciate that, but I cannot return to something in which I no longer believe just to make them happy. It's sad, it really is. So, I mostly just avoid people from those days.
I want the people in my life to know that I love them, even if I don't agree with them. I want the people I'm leaving behind at my old job to know that I really like them, and I'll miss them, even the ones with whom I disagree most. I want the friends of my youth to know that I love them, even if I can't be what they want me to be. Some day we won't have to work and we won't have to wonder and we can just be together. I look forward to that day.
You shouldn't burn bridges. Even if you never plan to go back, you shouldn't do it. Someone may want to catch up with you someday.
Hello, friends. I hope you're well.
Later. Love.
P.S. - I'll stop waxing pensive and be silly again soon. I promise. Thanks for stopping by.
