Feb 02, 2005 23:44
Tonight, whispers from the past were elevated to screams. Sometimes we all get caught up in our own lives, without really stopping to take a look at what's going on around us. Tonight, reading the letter was a painful wake-up call. For the first time in months, I cried.
The old days, the Ant Squad and beyond, our "Inner Toilet Gang" -- all of this will always hold a special and very priceless place in my mind and in my heart. While it's clearly impossible to revisit the past, the very least we can all do is keep alive the thing that was most important about that past -- friendship. Petty arguments need to be put aside, name-calling ignored, and grudges forgotten about. For all we know, we only live life once. This may be all we've got, so why make it into a miserable drama show?
Life is too short, so love the one you've got. Sublime was more than just the background music for long drives and good times -- the music spoke to us then, and we should remember it now. One of our many mottos was this: Friends are chosen family. Friends are just about the only part of life that makes this crazy, fucked-up world more than just bearable -- friends are make life worth living. I know I could never carry on without my friends by my side. I know that I might not be the best at expressing it, but all of my friends have made a permanent mark on my life and I am eternally greateful for them all.
I guess what I'm trying to say here, first and foremost, is a huge fucking thank you to all of my friends. Thank you being there for me, thank you for being who you are, and thank you for accepting me for who I am.