Sometimes when I see pictures of the conventions , I feel a little melancholy. I miss the innocence and being naive. I miss having my binoculars, trying to find my best friends sitting across the convention hall. I miss feeling like Im the luckiest girl, being priveleged to be born into the "truth". I miss being with people who automatically believe the same way as me, so that I dont have to try and scrape for similarities. Sometimes, I find there is truth to the saying "Ignorance is Bliss". Now that I know what I know, I never want to go back. But sometimes I wish I didnt know what I know
This kind of struck a chord with me. As a fader, sometimes I still go to assemblies for a day here or there, and sometimes I'm in the audience, sitting by myself, and one of the better songs comes on. Everyone is standing, singing. I remember being a part of something special. As much as I didn't like assemblies, the whole JW lifestyle was a peaceful disconnect from the harsh realities of life. Now I stand there, not singing, seeing all these people still believing they are part of something special. The difference between me and them: Neither of us are part of something special, but only I know that. Melancholy was the perfect word to describe it.