Over You – by Reba MaEntire
I am a die-hard Reba fan, and this song is one of my favorites from her latest release.
It makes one wonder, though – why are we so attached to the past? Why do we think that what we once had many years ago is better than where we are now? We see it all the time, people crying over lost loves from 10, 20 even 30 years ago. There was even a reality show that focused on bringing high school sweethearts back together when the participants are in their 50s.
I’m not sure I understand this phenomenon at all.
I get it that the relationships we had in our teens and twenties seemed so vibrant and exciting at the time.
And I get it that we take ourselves back in time to romanticize what those relationships could have become – but why do we do that? Why, when the relationship ended, do we want to revisit it?
There has to be more to it than just trying to recapture our youth. Otherwise, we wouldn’t see people in their 30s that break up whining and crying over lost loves for months and even years. We have people in society that simply can’t move on in their lives because they are so entrenched in the past and what could have been.
If the old relationship is gone, why do we so fight moving forward? Are we just afraid of change? Afraid of the future? Afraid of being hurt again?
I think, in most cases, we are remembering how it never was. And in the process, we are wasting away our present and possibly even our futures. Personally, I find it quite sad. Allowing life to slip away, unnoticed – without joy in the present.
I had relationships when I was young. But I can say without any hesitation that the relationship that I have had for the last almost 30 years with my wife is the most significant, vibrant, exciting and fulfilling relationship that I have ever experienced. I have no desire to go back to being a teenager, always being nervous and anxious, unsure of myself or how to act or react in social situations.
So far, being 55 is my favorite age, I bet next year, 56 will be even better!
I love the comfort of being with someone that knows and loves me, blemishes and all. Nothing about me is hidden from her or camouflaged. What a wonderful life I live.
This is a tribute to my wife – and to my life, exactly as it is. Not what it could have been. Nothing I could have ever imagined would have been better than what I have had with her.
I enjoy Reba’s song.
But I am so very happy that this song does not apply to my life.
I love my wife!
I look forward to many more years together.
Thank you, honey!
Life is good.
Jesus replied, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.” Luke 9:62 (NIV)