Culture

Been back in America for a bit now - I should be re assimilated  - but possibly due to all the sickness and quarantine time - i'm not.

Went to the mall today... almost as noisy as an African market- but a totally different tone. I was with some new friends who have been out in the mission field as well - they have fully assimilated and yet talk still with that far away reflection of their other homes. It was comforting to see those reflections and refreshing to hear their stories and share some of my own. Admits the chaos of shoppers shopping, children whining, and teenagers "chilling", three friends were able to sit and talk of time past. lol I guess I am just a bit nostalgic and probably a bit odd to be treasuring these moments - yet I rationalize that if don't treasure the beauty of today - what hope have I for tomorrow? 

And on another note - yes - I'm young - yes I have lots of time and years to go before I should be so serious  about life (echoing what counsels have been offered) - but yet I shake my head in slight disagreement - If I am not serious about my tomorrow - who will be? And so I feel caught in this drag and push culture one where I am expected to be completely prepared and yet not be so serious and "live life". I know I march to my own drum - I know the rhythmic pattern is "off" and different from the droning beat of society and yet somehow I find a way to walk my own path. God help me. I think I am starting to get a glimpse of what I want to be - and where I want to go - but its gonna be a long journey ahead of me :P 

Anyways random ramblings the conclusion being Life Goes on :) 

That which does not kill us makes us stronger.
Friedrich Nietzsche