I am starting to understand peoples’ attachment to tradition a bit more. It’s like a well-kept secret older people don’t want to burden us with before our time.
When the people you love disappear from your life, you want to hold onto the things they did or that were in their life as a way to keep them with you.
I feel ashamed of the times where a part of me looked down on people who seemed to me to be excessively attached to what they are used too, seemingly just because they are used to it instead of letting people just like what they like while I mind my own business; I softened much more towards this later, but especially as a teenager.
I hadn't lost enough to understand yet, and did not empathize with you enough to figure it out. I'm sorry for this, though please understand sincerely that I hope that just like people in their lives are dynamic, that you are able to carry forward your love and good memories and things, while still allowing them to grow with you.
For this is what life is, the part that we miss about them is right now in stead of being dynamic they are sleeping in our lives. However, while we keep them with us as they sleep, do I hope that you continue to dream.
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