#muchlatergram 25 years later....it could have been any year. High school days were filled with emotion and excitement: The great late-night dormitory parties, the friendships we lived for and the music we played while we're homesick...most of us thousands of miles away from home, the boys my friends and I thought we loved....Seeing each other after 25-years, those memories are crystal-clear.
The times we live in have changed, but actual things don’t change much, and people don’t either. I think that’s a good thing. Reality doesn’t bite as hard at the 25-year mark, despite what people may anticipate.
25 years is just... different. It’s not like the 10-year, where everyone was so set on showing how the choices they made set them well on their way — to a perfect marriage, fast-track career, big house or crazy adventure.
It’s not the 20-year, when everyone is curious to see who had those things from the 10-year succeed or fail. At the 25th year, we are in our 40s and we respect reality.
We know there’s really no point in judging one another anymore — not for the big things. We’ve all made choices and we’re living with the consequences. Five kids or no kids; women with thriving careers or stay-at-home struggles; divorces and remarriages (sometimes more than one); failed relationships and unexpected heartbreaks, families with newborn twins or teens (sometimes both). It’s just life.
We may not remember every face or every name, but we’ve given up judging the big things.
This reunion was nothing more than a moment in time. It’s only in these moments after that many of us realize we how much we miss those days.