I find it strange how poetic this night is. It's strange how much things can change, but even when everything is different the songs you listen to, and the books you read, and the movies you watch still mean the exact same thing to you that they did when you first encountered them.
But it's bigger somehow. It's like when you first experience something, you throw a rock into a pond. And the ripples start off small. And they grow and grow and grow. And even by just looking at one ripple, you instantly remember what it was like when you threw the stone into that pond, but it's bigger. It's not just a tiny splash, it's a ripple that is now covering a huge area.
Anyway, today I was looking around, and all I could see was ripples. I remembered all the things that make life wonderful. I remembered all the play productions and choir concerts, the nights at the dairy queen, and the off hours filled with Mario Kart and Aqua. I remembered all the things that make me, me. And it was nice to remember those things today.
It's weird to think that even as I look at these ripples, I'm throwing more rocks into the water.
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