Vision: seeing things for what they can be, not what they are. – Sam Presti
We moved to Oklahoma City for intimacy, not just with our friends and family, but with a place we know. The trade-off—there’s always one—was novelty, I thought. No more surprises at the next bend in the Appalachian highway or amazements at the next curve of the Central Coast. Only recognition and understanding in the waving fields of familiar wheat.
Or so I thought.
Wednesday night I got dinner with my buddies from high school, and as I tracked back to my house—no GPS required—passing bars, restaurants, and neighborhoods where I’d drank, ate, and ran during a different era, I realized something: I didn’t know this place anymore. The bustle, the people drinking and smoking on the porch, the pulse of the city. I was utterly unacquainted, just as alone and curious as I’d been in Long Beach, Santa Barbara, and Asheville, just as disconnected from my reasons for moving there in the first place.
That feeling was familiar and with it came the memories that with enough sincerity and time, visions get realized. If we earn them.
To livin’ a life we love,
Ryan Fightmaster, MD
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