In a moment somebody can vanish from your life. More importantly just as quickly they can return. We all have our own paths to follow or if we like, we can invoke the transcendentalist spirit of Emerson and not go where the path may lead, but instead go where there is no path and leave a trail. Whatever suits you I suppose.
Today I reconnected with two people who I otherwise have heard from at best once or twice since last summer. All of a sudden you are back in their lives and them yours. In a certain respect it seems for lack of a better word, fake. How is it that you can not talk to someone for months and then come back and expect them to let you back in? Shouldn't there be an on deck circle or something?
What truly amazes me is how much or how little we can shape somebody's life. Over the course of barely two months I was able to impact one of the people's I reconnect with life for the better. Their lucid memory really took me back when we discussed summer days past. I have always thought I possess a sharp mind and pride myself on my ability to recall events and happenings long after they have occurred . However, this individual was able to recollect even the smallest of details from last summer. I miss that.
This evening I learned something about an classmate from the SPN years. Life isn't fair to everybody and you wonder if there was anything you could have said or done. After awhile you reach the conclusion that you couldn't but a part of you never really believes or accepts that.
Finally, there are two people I haven't seen nearly enough. I know why, but I don't accept that. We all make decisions and sure I wish I would have made different ones. But the only thing we can do now is move forward. Still, dreams never hurt anybody.
Week 4 + Sleep over - yes please.
If. And Then.
15 years ago
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