Something that won’t get lost.

Towards the end of our relationship, Virginia’s mom asked us to help her clean out their storage space. I remember specifically it was the first warm spring day that year. When we stepped out of the house I breathed in the new born air and yelled out loud, the world was so full of life.

After we had removed several pieces of junk from the closet, we road back to the house, Virginia’s mom driving. We were listening to the seventies station. When we pulled up, Niel Young’s “Old Man” started playing. Me and Virginia sat there. She said something to the effect of “I love this song.” We sat in the car until it had finished playing.

I don’t know why it had so much meaning to us back then. I think that, at the time, niether of us were living the lives we really wanted to be living. We were looking for something bigger.

When I hear the song now I identify with it even more than I did when me and Virginia were sitting in that minivan. Today I am a lot closer to the man I want to be then I was at the end of my senior year of highschool. I can see the things that are truly important to me. I’m starting to feel more and more like the boy in the song. Looking forward as the old man looks backward, and realizing that we are seeing the same thing.


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