I remember finding out that the wind moved the tree branches… until then I’d thought that trees made the wind.
I remember thinking that my heroes would always play football and basketball… I didn’t know they’d battle HIV and buy baseball teams too.
I remember finding and reading the Tao Te Ching for the first time… I’d thought that I was a Christian before then.
I remember a phone call. The person on the other end told me of a car accident in which a friend had passed away… it was the first time I’d ever dealt with death.
I remember finding out that I’d failed a suicide attempt… and I didn’t really want to die afterward.
I remember a horrible break-up with the love of my life… It helped me realize that I could seek happiness inside myself instead of in other people.
I remember walking into the woods thinking that I was prepared for anything… and walking out of those woods feeling lucky to be alive.
I remember picking up the guitar again… I was amazed at how healing my own music could be.
I remember watching a young boy die… I’d never seen a death occur before that.
I remember camping on the beaches of Hanalei… it was the closest I’ve ever been to a sunset.
It’s nice to have those stories now… it makes the new moments easier to recognize, more fun to process.