An anniversary is inching toward me, following me closely during these last days, both through e-mail and surface mail. I'm doing nothing to stop being closed in this freely and openly, neither to let it be so for that matter, but still. It's one of those things, 25 years ago this year it so happened I shared class space with a bunch of high-school girls and boys, our very last common year, the year we were to leave high school and set out to try and accomplish whatever choice each of us then fancied to choose. Little contact has been kept with many, in my case, and, as such, little interest this upcoming rendezvous has stirred in me. Yet the anniversary date is closing in and some increasing activity is steadily piling up in my incoming folder. Which is making me somewhat doubtful. And even more so when I mentioned in passing the issue over lunch, at work, with today's "classmates". Do people take this kind of things seriously? Do people actually attend such meetings? I was hoping for a prevailing no, of course not kind of answer, filing the matter away for good. That never happened though. I was gladly invited to participate in the event, of course I should, must, and have to. Not that I give too much credit to the supporting arguments most raised to convince me, yet R. had a point in his. He said that as you get older (and he must know what he's talking about, being at the brink of retirement himself) this type of opportunities life provides become more and more scarce, turning into a possible outcome the fact that you may later regret not having taken part in one such event when chance permitted. I'm still reluctant to attend and don't think I will, yet I can easily grasp the reason R. gave, to feel in due course, freely and openly too, regretful of the decision made.
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