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I had a dream of a man who died when I was 6. I new him as a nurturing figure; my mother's friend. The last time I saw him, he was young. Yet in my dream, he had aged significantly.
As I approached him in this way, I found myself feeling obligated to engage with him-the same way every child does when a mother makes the instruction to greet someone more or less familiar. This yielded a formulaic and awkward interaction.
As I approached him in this way, I found myself feeling obligated to engage with him-the same way every child does when a mother makes the instruction to greet someone more or less familiar. This yielded a formulaic and awkward interaction.
It occurred to me, once I woke up that if I were to see this man again, knowing what I know about him, I would be overwhelmed and feel joy. Our encounter would be unique and I would have for him, many questions. It perplexed me that I had such a dull reaction to him in my dream.
Perhaps this symbolizes how we take our living friends for granted, because none of us are granted eternity.
This notion has inspired me to revel in our present existence and engage with our friends in unique ways so that we are aware of how precious their time is with us. Also, embrace the gift of seeing them age.
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