[em-puh-thee]noun1.the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another.
Rekindling old friendships in the midst of a busy and semi-chaotic life can prove to be a nice change of pace. Breaking the monotony of life with nostalgia and familiarity. Easing your way back to pleasant thoughts and a sense of belonging. Not that my life is unpleasant. Exactly the opposite. But I have smiled more in the past few days in spite of that.
It’s strange what an organized impromptu high school reunion can do. I saw two of my favorite people in life there and was surrounded by many more favored people. Yes it was familiar and easy, but it was needed. Everybody, regardless of age, sex, gender, disposition, needs contact with someone they are fond of. Empathy. A basic emotion that distances the human species from other animals. Sure, other animals emote, but not on the psychosomatic level that humans can.
When I rekindled, I walked up, gave a hug and continued the conversation that was left off eight years ago. Elliptical conversations that have no end. They go on and on and on. That is the feeling of rekindling. Similar to deja vu, but being fully self-aware.
What has this person has been up to while we’ve been away is irrelevant. It does not matter and it will never matter. But, when I sit down and converse the history is apparent and constant. I have connected and empathized.
Please to enjoy.