I'm wandering through various journals of friends of friends and came across your post.
It sucks because I don't think I'll ever experience that again... I'll never love something so passionately and with such devotion again.
I'm not going to claim wisdom of years because I'm older than you (although I *am* older than you, and by quite alot, but in no way does that necessarily make me wise), but I'm betting you're wrong. I don't know you at all, of course, nor you me, but I guess the above quote struck a chord in me.
I have lived much of my life with a passion (some would say obsession :-) for one thing or another. The object of said obsessive tendencies has changed over time - sometimes it's been a band or type of music, sometimes a particular hobby or sport or academic interest, more lately it's been Jossverse fandom (which is how I wound up on LJ in the first place).
When I've been between passions/obsessions, I feel like what you said in the quote above. When I revisit past ones, I remember what it was like to be immersed in that and get pretty damn nostalgic and sad that those days will never be again. But playing with the memories is like letting pearls run through your fingers - they're still with you and you can take them out and admire the pretties whenever the mood strikes you.
And you never know what's coming next. Sometimes it feels like it's a long time in coming and the wait can make life seem terribly dull in the meantime, but eventually something will arrive. At least, that's been my experience.
Of course, I could be completely wrong, so do feel free to take this post from a complete stranger with as many grains of salt as you please.
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Date: 2004-11-01 08:05 pm (UTC)It sucks because I don't think I'll ever experience that again... I'll never love something so passionately and with such devotion again.
I'm not going to claim wisdom of years because I'm older than you (although I *am* older than you, and by quite alot, but in no way does that necessarily make me wise), but I'm betting you're wrong. I don't know you at all, of course, nor you me, but I guess the above quote struck a chord in me.
I have lived much of my life with a passion (some would say obsession :-) for one thing or another. The object of said obsessive tendencies has changed over time - sometimes it's been a band or type of music, sometimes a particular hobby or sport or academic interest, more lately it's been Jossverse fandom (which is how I wound up on LJ in the first place).
When I've been between passions/obsessions, I feel like what you said in the quote above. When I revisit past ones, I remember what it was like to be immersed in that and get pretty damn nostalgic and sad that those days will never be again. But playing with the memories is like letting pearls run through your fingers - they're still with you and you can take them out and admire the pretties whenever the mood strikes you.
And you never know what's coming next. Sometimes it feels like it's a long time in coming and the wait can make life seem terribly dull in the meantime, but eventually something will arrive. At least, that's been my experience.
Of course, I could be completely wrong, so do feel free to take this post from a complete stranger with as many grains of salt as you please.