I found myself listening to some relaxing Arabic music.
I have been struggling lately with the reality of some things in my life as it pertains to what I left behind and what I returned to find in my home life. It’s been said that you can never go back and I believe that is true as I have tried many times to in the past. As I have grown and matured I have learned you really can never go back. I am not wanting to try to go back because I know nothing stays the same as it’s recalled in your mind. I remember my days in the desert and I remember the days I stood out looking across the sands of the desert and seeing the sunrise each day. It was a place that is oddly enchanting and it calls to me from time to time. I know that I didn’t really fit in there in the Middle East because I had only been there for such a short time but I find myself missing it when things get a little sideways here.
I guess in some ways the idea of it and the music I am listening to with all the power it has, sometimes helps me to escape. I find myself drifting back to a place where I was a novelty of sorts and found the locals interested and friendly. I loved being able to see that there was an interest in who I was and I could learn about who they were. Here in my own land, I am just another average Joe in a place where so many are practically dead as far as interests in learning about new places and people. They live their day to day lives out just trudging along, never realizing what is really around them and never realizing what life really has to offer. Sometimes, I wonder if it’s me who has not figured that out yet.
Rowland Ramble - 