I’m a lucky guy. Even more, we are a lucky family with. We are surrounded by so many good friends, many of them very smart people who you can be happy to listen and read. It’s a pleasure to be surrounded by people that can enrich you.
One of them wrote on his blog a sentence I thought it was brilliant and triggered on me a cataract of reflexions. That phrase perfectly described something that had been living on for some time and I did not know how to define. My great friend from Mexico was able to find the words I could not.
I want to share it with you today.
With the help of time
The post I read on the blog of this good friend talks about the visit of his parents to Canada and his thoughts about it. In one paragraph he starts with this:
“The main motives that made me decide to leave my country to start over have been diluted over time to make room to the reasons why I have not returned to my homeland. “
I fear that for those who have recently arrived or are still in the process to Canada this phrase does not make much sense. But I bet that those of you who have been far from home at least for a couple of years can feel identified with it. I bet, almost without fear of being wrong, that you have been there at some time.
Time “washes the wounds” many times, in others it has healing powers for viewing. It allows us to “make fine tunning” of our points of view. I must admit that, over the past time, I felt exactly that what is defined in that sentence. Sometimes I review the reasons why decided to come to live in Canada, either because readers ask you, or you meet newcomers and the subject is always mandatory part of the talk, by whatever… and I must admit that it’s harder every time I review those reasons. It is like an exercise that required more effort. And not that you forget what happened or anything like that… is that eventually time will simply impose a new agenda on you.
As time passes, we change our priorities. We are less from “there” and we become more part of “here”. And as we increasingly become more part of “here”, the more we think about why we have not go back “there”, if we would return, if indeed we have reason to do so, when and why, etc. As the “leaving” moves away, the “back” comes closer… if it ever will be.
Everything happens with the help of time. It is inexorable and inevitable. It is the best ally and the worst enemy. Take us away from the motives and brings us closer to the reasons.
What are your motives? And your reasons? For how long you did not return to your homeland? Why you do not back? And if you did … How was that? How did you feel?
Thanks buddy!
Pic from http://jeromfo.blogspot.com/2009/02/tiempo.html
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