The woods echo with memories, yet some are as feeble as a slight breeze of wind on the air, elusive, too faint to grasp and hold. Much more has been forgotten, than has been retained.
Names still linger, but for the life of me, I cannot recall the face, the shape, or the mannerisms of those I can remember but in name. Yet other memories are vivid not due to names, but due to the actions of the person. The actions that linger and can still bring a smile to your face, or a tear to your eye.
Much has been lost, most of it, due to a choice on my part, to let it fade from my memories, or simply that I did not pay enough attention at the time.
This exile if nothing else, gives time to reflect, to recognize and come to terms with choices made.
The slights, the insults, the joy, the laughter, the repercussions of every single action taken.
Some things are faded, while others stand vivid. In this I may be flawed in that what I perceive as insignificant, may have had a far greater impact on those involved, than i realized then, or even now.
I have no way to convey to those I have hurt that I am sorry if my actions, or lack there of, did them wrong.
But the sentiment is there, and significant enough that I will note it here. Who knows, maybe one day this journal will be found by someone, and read. Or it might fade away like ashes on the breeze.
