To My Surprise

I find, again, that I'm surprised, pleased, impressed, humbled, and made more peaceful by the tendency toward goodness that so many people display. I assume the worst. I look for the negative. I imply hate and grudge to those I left years ago, imagining that they have been brooding and stewing, scowling more and more with each passing day, hearts getting a little more heavy, a little more closed. And then a simple phone call, a leap into ?, dispells the darkness that I've thought into existence, and I find out that people have gone on living, without the sole intention of being disappointed in me, and most surprisingly, with fond memories, with pride, happy that I was there, still wishing I was back.

I won't go back. But I see why some would. And I don't hate it back there so much anymore.