You know, I recently saw a post, which I can’t verify was true, but it was about how scientists have revived some ancient species. My first thought was, “Has science fiction taught us nothing?” The cautionary tale of Jurassic Park is all about the dangers of trying to bring back ancient dinosaurs. The lesson is “Don’t do it.”
Just like those ancient dinosaur eggs, there are things I know have been holding on to from my past, waiting for the moment to re-implement them into my new life. There are so many things that I have told myself that I will reintroduce when the time is right. I have to be careful about romanticizing my past. Yes, there were things that were good and served me well, but none of those things were perfect. None of those things were without a sacrifice of some sort. None of those things were without a replacement of some sort. What if just like the pterodactyl, these things that were so well suited for a particular time in my life would be out of place or wreak havoc in the life I live now? Does old me really need to be revived? Would I really be better off rekindling all of those old relationships? Or do I need to think more about how I am evolving and growing?
(To answer the prompt, I would probably just revive the Barney of the 90s.)
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