the mother of a childhood friend has passed away.
how many times had their lives crossed my mind in the years since we moved apart from one another? how many past moments did we share together? did we laugh together, cry together; how many times did we hug or hold each other?
i'm reaching an age where the convergence of the idyllic dreams of adolescence, and the very real-world realities of ever-present adulthood are most definitely meshing. there are times when i feel that my life is passing me by, and i only at certain times access it fully.
most times, i feel as if i do know what i want of my own life, but then realize that it's such a multi-platformed climb up through the obstacles of how everything seems to manifest.
there are no magic powders. there are no small doors leading to a world of mystery. there are no more conversations left between certain people, no more words, and no matter how hard we love them, none of them will stay forever.
so then, being honest with this time we do have left is a thought. using every moment we have before us, to create a sense of wonder, a sense of the infinite, is always a vibrant reminder. if this time is to be of a finite manner, then i choose to make the most of it.
to my old friends and their mother, i hope that they knew that even though we were so far apart, they did pass through my my heart's mind often, and that they were and still are loved.
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