Monday, December 11, 2006

Twenty Years Later

It took a phone call last month to remind me that I've been twenty years out of high school. Has it been that long? Apparently, it has.

The reunion is what brought me to Davao so early in December. Twisted back notwithstanding, I managed to grimace my way through the night.

I approached the reunion with some trepidation. Twenty years is a long time. People grow apart, even once-close friends. Moreso with me, as I've been away from Davao for most of my post-high school life.

Surprisingly, I still recognized everyone and remembered their names. Twenty years brings many changes. People grow fatter. The men lose their hair. The women's hips get bigger. And you just generally feel old.

But twenty years also gives you sufficient distance to view things in perspective. I was amazed and pleasantly surprised by what I saw.

It takes twenty years to establish a life. Not just to get started, I mean. Getting started is easy. Establishing a life is much more difficult.

Establishing a life means finding out what it is you want to do. It means setting down roots. It's setting up a business or a practice. It means finding a partner, and possibly, kids. Uncertainties dispelled, you can look to the future with some confidence.

Twenty years later, youthful irresponsibility becomes mature respectability. The class clowns have become lawyers, managers, and fathers. The class ditzes have become doctors, businesswomen, and mothers.

It's amazing what twenty years can do.







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2 comments:

  1. On my end, it's been ten years since my high school graduation. I skipped out on the homecoming reunion, though...

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  2. Homecoming reunions tend to be a bit more impersonal. After all, you're sharing space with different batches. It's when you're with folks you grew up with for four years (or more) that you really cut loose.

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