i feel like i've written this entry before, but whatever...
i look at alot of people older than i am: people my sisters' age, my parents' age and so on, and i notice something. i think it is something we all notice and that alot of people dread. it seems the older we get, the more out of touch with our friends and/or the less we have.
i don't know for sure if it is a bad thing or not, though.
i look back and i see friends i've lost and lost touch with. though i do see alot of people i miss and many i'd like to reconnect with, i also see alot of people who fit just fine where they are in my past. people change, some never do and never will.
it seems the older i get the more i realize so many of the people that surround me will always remain as childish, immature, caddy and selfish as they ever were. those people, i don't miss.
i see some people reverting to their old selves.
i see people turning pages in their lives and becoming caricatures of themselves or of something they want to me (or never wanted to be).
i see the same behavior. the same lack of appreciation. the same lack of scope.
at the same time, i see the people who have stayed fast and true. few and far between. those close and those who has drifted away, but are and will always be true to me and to themselves.
in the end, i see another chapter coming in my life. i see myself finding my own way. making my own choices. cutting ties where need be.
And I'm perfectly fine with that.
i don't know for sure if it is a bad thing or not, though.
i look back and i see friends i've lost and lost touch with. though i do see alot of people i miss and many i'd like to reconnect with, i also see alot of people who fit just fine where they are in my past. people change, some never do and never will.
it seems the older i get the more i realize so many of the people that surround me will always remain as childish, immature, caddy and selfish as they ever were. those people, i don't miss.
i see some people reverting to their old selves.
i see people turning pages in their lives and becoming caricatures of themselves or of something they want to me (or never wanted to be).
i see the same behavior. the same lack of appreciation. the same lack of scope.
at the same time, i see the people who have stayed fast and true. few and far between. those close and those who has drifted away, but are and will always be true to me and to themselves.
in the end, i see another chapter coming in my life. i see myself finding my own way. making my own choices. cutting ties where need be.
And I'm perfectly fine with that.