The title of this post says it all. While many would argue with such a sentiment, for me at least it is true. I have returned to my old hometown only to find that it isn’t the town that I left. Instead there is a dullness to the colors, they are muted and grey. The mountains are lovely as always but the city itself is not what I remember. Perhaps it has always been this way and new experiences have opened my eyes to more that what I knew as a boy.
I returned to the neighborhood where I grew up. Many of the buildings are still there. Many of the fields I played in now sport shopping centers instead. My old junior high school is still here with a new sign out front. There are new roads too making it harder to navigate.
Change is the way of the world. While reflection is a good thing, we must remember the past so we can define the future. Keep a good heading, stay on course and look back from time to time so you can keep your bearings.
Time for a little more reflection on life, the universe and everything.