Thursday, January 22, 2009

Community

You just can't do it by yourself. Well, technically you can; but it sucks. Lately here I've been seeing how much things change as time goes, as you get older. 

Think about your community. Not necessarily your actual town, but those around you that care about you. And, why did you even connect with those people in the first place? Family. Church. Work. Common interests. Common geography. A night on the town. Sports. College. Etc.

Sarah and I are in the process of joining our church, and community groups are an integral part of it, which is great. So great because we're seeing how much things change as time goes by. Relationships that were once strong, become distant. Our culture isn't built for camaraderie. It's built for solo. And solo gets lonely. And it's not a very good encourager.

I'm thankful for the friends I do have; for my community. I just have to work harder to see them now. Or, maybe I'm harder to find. 

When we are surrounded by those we love, it's simply better. The most amazing experience in the world isn't so amazing if you're alone. 

Of course, we all need some alone-time. But not all the time.

Reach out to your community - whatever that means to you. Maybe it's an old friend. Maybe it's a new friend. Maybe it's a family member. Whoever it is, just find them.

There's an old Simon & Garfunkel song called "Old Friends." Here are the lyrics, followed by a video of the guys performing it.

Old Friends, Old Friends
Sat on their park bench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes, of the high shoes
Of the old friends

Old friends, winter companions, the old men
Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset
The sounds of the city, sifting through trees
Settle like dust, on the shoulders
Of the old friends

Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange to be seventy

Old friends, memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears

["Bookends Theme"]

Time it was and what a time it was, 
It was...
A time of innocence,
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories;
They're all that's left you


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