The Wind of Change

The last few days have been rather insane with way too much going on. Time unfolds to reveal what I consider my single best visit to Israel since I had left six years ago. The perfect weather; the unbelievable food; new & old friends; my family; this is a visit to remember, and happily so.

“High on the wind, the highland drums begin to roll
Something from the past just comes and stares into my soul”

- said a wise man nine years ago; rarely before have those lyrics been such a true reflection of my being as they are now. The highland drums being the voice of change, the sign of movement, an omen to yet another personal adventure coming my way. Some are positive, some are negative, but overall life still seems worthy of living.

“Something from the past just comes and stares into my soul”, indeed, when this “something”, in my case, is myself. A 25-years old Isaac, boarding an Air Canada one-way flight to Canada, is making a comeback six years later; staring into 31-years old Isaac’s soul, demanding some answers and posing new questions.

These are times of sacrifice, persistence, emotion and, above all, change. Times for judgement, conclusions, regrets and confidence.

Times for life.

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The wise man from above also said the following, with which I will conclude this post:

“Well, if you’re inclined to go up on the wall
it can only be fast and high;
and those who don’t like the danger
soon find something different to try;
when there is only a ringing in your ears
and an echo down memory lane
then if it’s all for nothing, all the road-running has been in vain”