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	<title>Comments on: Finding Meaning and Letting Go</title>
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	<description>Living the dance, dancing the life.</description>
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		<title>By: Dancingwithwords.com - Symbolism on the big day</title>
		<link>http://www.dancingwithwords.com/2004/08/11/finding-meaning-and-letting-go/#comment-343</link>
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		<description>[...] Seriously though, it&#8217;s hard not to find symbolism when you&#8217;re primed for it. I discussed this topic in depth before, essentially with the point that it&#8217;s up to us when we choose to find meaning. In this case, there may be significance to it&#8230;but the only lesson I&#8217;ll take to heart is that regardless of the successes we&#8217;ve accomplished, the most important arbiter of our merit is our selves. And if I&#8217;m going to do anything about that rejection it&#8217;s the same as I&#8217;ve always done&#8211;find more reason to prove them wrong. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[&#8230;] Seriously though, it&#8217;s hard not to find symbolism when you&#8217;re primed for it. I discussed this topic in depth before, essentially with the point that it&#8217;s up to us when we choose to find meaning. In this case, there may be significance to it&#8230;but the only lesson I&#8217;ll take to heart is that regardless of the successes we&#8217;ve accomplished, the most important arbiter of our merit is our selves. And if I&#8217;m going to do anything about that rejection it&#8217;s the same as I&#8217;ve always done&#8211;find more reason to prove them wrong. [&#8230;]</p>
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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
		<link>http://www.dancingwithwords.com/2004/08/11/finding-meaning-and-letting-go/#comment-3</link>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2004 23:04:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Jared, nice job with the web site.  The comments page and pics from Cancun are nice in particular.

You make an interesting point about not going to 94th with Kim.  There's something to be said for "holding onto beauty" as you put it -- or, as I might put it, saving a moment.  There are some experiences that define relationships, and when you look back it's nice to have the memories of those experiences be as they were (or as you want them to be).  Sometimes the best way is to avoid that certain place, that music, even that shirt that you were wearing that comes to life in the memory.  For me, the beauty of the moment (and a little bit of sadness) come from the realization that the moment is gone, but you can still relish it without trying to bring it back.

Hah, now I will live in the history of your blog as the first poster.  

Justin</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Jared, nice job with the web site.  The comments page and pics from Cancun are nice in particular.</p>
<p>You make an interesting point about not going to 94th with Kim.  There&#8217;s something to be said for &#8220;holding onto beauty&#8221; as you put it &#8212; or, as I might put it, saving a moment.  There are some experiences that define relationships, and when you look back it&#8217;s nice to have the memories of those experiences be as they were (or as you want them to be).  Sometimes the best way is to avoid that certain place, that music, even that shirt that you were wearing that comes to life in the memory.  For me, the beauty of the moment (and a little bit of sadness) come from the realization that the moment is gone, but you can still relish it without trying to bring it back.</p>
<p>Hah, now I will live in the history of your blog as the first poster.  </p>
<p>Justin</p>
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		<title>By: Jared</title>
		<link>http://www.dancingwithwords.com/2004/08/11/finding-meaning-and-letting-go/#comment-2</link>
		<dc:creator>Jared</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2004 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Today is the first day that I've added comments to the blog.  I went ahead and added the feature to a few of my recent posts, as well.  So now I guess we'll just see what happens...  And apologies in advance for blogger's very boring comments system--I've been using them for way too long to attempt a migration.  But I do hope you've enjoyed the site!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today is the first day that I&#8217;ve added comments to the blog.  I went ahead and added the feature to a few of my recent posts, as well.  So now I guess we&#8217;ll just see what happens&#8230;  And apologies in advance for blogger&#8217;s very boring comments system&#8211;I&#8217;ve been using them for way too long to attempt a migration.  But I do hope you&#8217;ve enjoyed the site!</p>
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