kenjisan

Turning 25

I don't know if it's the whole quarter-century thing, or the gray weather, or the long weekend without Cyndi, but my thoughts have been winding their way back into my past. It occurs to me that in the course of our lives, we touch so many others. Co-workers, classmates, friends, lovers. How is it that we can be so close to someone at one point in our lives, and then be so far away the next?

I've been wondering where many of my close friends of years gone by are now, and what they're doing, and (with a touch of selfishness) whether they're wondering what I'm doing. The internet's a weird place. It allows us to keep in close contact with some of our friends, but not all. Does this mean my childhood friends who e-mail me regularly were/are better friends than those who don't? I don't think so.

Looking at my life now, I can't even imagine drifting away from you guys. What would life be like without you? How can I forget about you? It bums me out. Or it did. I decided that whatever happens will happen, and there's not a whole lot I can do about any of it but enjoy the time now. There's certainly something to be said for ruminating on the past and future, but then again, we're not living in those times.