Missing San Diego - Old memories, new memories
It's been 3 weeks since I left San Diego, and it's been 7 weeks since the last main ICF gathering. Yet, the memories of the times in San Diego are still fresh in mind. Even while I was in church today, I kept thinking about the times and memories of ICF.
As I realised how much these memories would forever remain a part of me, I also realised something else. The memories that I have of my past, with all its pain and suffering, will also remain as part of what I have been through. These past memories have scarred me emotionally for so long, but now I feel like the new memories can replace the old ones in terms of my sense of identity.
Somehow, this reminded me of a scene from Power Rangers RPM (the latest Power Rangers series). At the beginning of the series, the Black Ranger (before he became a ranger) had his memories stolen from him. When the Rangers encountered the enemy robot that possessed his memories, the Black Ranger stopped the other Rangers from destroying the robot, saying that "He has my memories. They are all I have." This allowed the robot to escape. Later on, the Rangers manage to catch up with the robot. As the Rangers prepare to destroy the robot, the robot tells the Black Ranger, "You won't do it. You said it yourself, 'These old memories are all you have.' " To this, the Black Ranger responds, "I have something else: new ones." The Rangers then destroy the robot and save the city.
My feelings about my memories in San Diego are like my new memories of who I am. While the Black Ranger wanted his old memories but decided to sacrifice them, my old memories aren't memories that I'm fond of. However, for a long time, these memories made me who I was, self-conscious and having a low self-esteem. After returning from San Diego, though, I have something else: new ones. The friends I've made there, especially the close friends that I've talked to, have given me so much support and encouragement and they've helped me to find who I really should be instead of who I have been all along. At the same time, the friends back home then also reminded me of how much they miss my presence, and it's not difficult to see the difference between my life now and my life in the past. Indeed, one of my ICF friends told me before that I should not let my past determine who I am now, and the time spent with this friend and many others in ICF have further emphasised this friend's point. I have new memories, and it's these new, current memories that I treasure so much that should hold more meaning to me than those I had before.
Shortly before I left the US, I called a few close friends to talk to them. Up to now, I can still remember the parting words from one of them: "Remember that somewhere around the world, someone will be praying for you." She was obviously referring to herself, but these are meaningful words that will remain with me for a long long time.
International Christian Fellowship 08-09. Goodbye ICF...
As I realised how much these memories would forever remain a part of me, I also realised something else. The memories that I have of my past, with all its pain and suffering, will also remain as part of what I have been through. These past memories have scarred me emotionally for so long, but now I feel like the new memories can replace the old ones in terms of my sense of identity.
Somehow, this reminded me of a scene from Power Rangers RPM (the latest Power Rangers series). At the beginning of the series, the Black Ranger (before he became a ranger) had his memories stolen from him. When the Rangers encountered the enemy robot that possessed his memories, the Black Ranger stopped the other Rangers from destroying the robot, saying that "He has my memories. They are all I have." This allowed the robot to escape. Later on, the Rangers manage to catch up with the robot. As the Rangers prepare to destroy the robot, the robot tells the Black Ranger, "You won't do it. You said it yourself, 'These old memories are all you have.' " To this, the Black Ranger responds, "I have something else: new ones." The Rangers then destroy the robot and save the city.
My feelings about my memories in San Diego are like my new memories of who I am. While the Black Ranger wanted his old memories but decided to sacrifice them, my old memories aren't memories that I'm fond of. However, for a long time, these memories made me who I was, self-conscious and having a low self-esteem. After returning from San Diego, though, I have something else: new ones. The friends I've made there, especially the close friends that I've talked to, have given me so much support and encouragement and they've helped me to find who I really should be instead of who I have been all along. At the same time, the friends back home then also reminded me of how much they miss my presence, and it's not difficult to see the difference between my life now and my life in the past. Indeed, one of my ICF friends told me before that I should not let my past determine who I am now, and the time spent with this friend and many others in ICF have further emphasised this friend's point. I have new memories, and it's these new, current memories that I treasure so much that should hold more meaning to me than those I had before.
Shortly before I left the US, I called a few close friends to talk to them. Up to now, I can still remember the parting words from one of them: "Remember that somewhere around the world, someone will be praying for you." She was obviously referring to herself, but these are meaningful words that will remain with me for a long long time.
International Christian Fellowship 08-09. Goodbye ICF...