Walking in the Open

Dawson Power Book
Originally uploaded by andebos.

"And now that this scared little girl no longer follows me wherever I go, I miss her. I do. 'Cause there are things I wanna tell her-- to relax, to lighten up, that it is all going to be ok. I want her to know that meeting people who like you, who understand you, who actually accept you for who you are, will become an increasingly rare occurrence. Jen, Jack, Audrey, Andie, Pacey, and Dawson. These people who contributed to who I am, they are with me wherever I go, and as history gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day, my love for them only grows. Because the truth is... it was the best of times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned, but all of that has receded into fond memory now. How does it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize the good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we spent together actually meant something, that we were there for each other in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives that we will never forget. I can't swear this is exactly how it happened. But this is how it felt. "
- Joey Potter from Dawson's Creek "Joey Potter and the Capeside Redemption"
(note Dawson's Macintosh Power Book...very nice choice)
Those who know me...and know me well understand my passion and interest in Dawson's Creek - particularly the intricate design of the relationships and characters within the reality that is capeside. The quote above is from one of my particularly favorite episodes. If you really want to understand the basics of the show then I must suggest you catch a viewing - two episodes are on a day at the TBS station. You'll have to get up fairly early, for you lazy ones, and for those of us who have to work well you better put your vcr on record because they start at 9am and 10am back to back. They are followed by Saved by the Bell for us older less dramatic folks. As I look back over my college career I find very few things to become...well, for lack of a better word "bummed" about. There is a strange hope that I sense as I tread back upon the memories of the last few years. I suppose my life is richly blessed and for someone such as myself to bicker and complain is quite selfish; however, there have been some hard times and severely broken hearts (over and over as the drama of my life would unfold). But Joey's comment really catches my mind. Why, with such heartache and disappointment - am I so quick to romanticize the good and forget the bad? I do believe it's because I want to believe the tmes I shared, even in the hurt, meant something for all of us. Perhaps it's the desire to believe the hope I had wasn't completely misplaced, the hope that we can change and rise to the occasion. Perhaps, it is because I want to believe in true love and the ability to forgive, and to dream, despite anything that happens. Perhaps, it's because I want to believe that love never dies and that hope, of all things, dies last.