Pictures
An old friend from middle school facebooked me today. It was really awesome since I haven't seen him since 8th grade and we were good friends during that time. Ironically, thanks to the wonders of facebook, i've realized that we have a few friends in common, and to catch up on the 7 years that have passed since we've last seen each other I looked through his photos.
This caused me think of my own past, in particular the past three years and the choices I've made. The pictures in my own facebook tell a story. When those snapshots were first taken, they represented the happiness of the moment--of being connected, or trying to capture something worth remembering. And, now that I am upon the eve of my last semester at NYU, I look at these pictures now and in some I remember the happy times and find joy in the nostalgia, while in others, though the images were taken in times of happiness, they currently have a different meaning for me. There are some people I have fallen out of touch with, some whom I once considered very close yet now I feel like I hardly know them, and looking at those pictures I discover that there has been a loss. A friendship has died perhaps. And then I become more cynical and question if it was really a friendship at all, for perhaps I was fooling myself. Perhaps there was nothing there to begin with. Perhaps I was just someone to pass the time with. And it makes me sad. I've realized that in my life there have not been many people I've been able to keep in contact with. Well, at least with my middle-school friends. It was great when Alex friended me, and it made me happy, but knowing that I let a true friend slip from my grasp until now makes me think. There are people I've befriended over the past three years that have simply slipped through my grasp, and for that loss I am sad.
On the other hand, there are photos which truly make me smile. There are photos that simply represent a great time with great people that I may not keep in touch with as often as I'd like but I know that we'll have a great time when we see each other next. More importantly, there are photos with people that I will always be close with, no matter what how far apart we are or how long it's been since we've seen each other. For that, I am truly thankful and that makes me super happy.
Wow. I haven't done an emotional post in a while.
I just re-read this and realized how somber the tone is, and that it’s partly unfinished. So, here’s an addition. There are also some pictures that make me truly happy, that make the bad times worth it because in those times of joy, happiness, and often drunkenness I was with people I still care about deeply. And the great thing is, some of the strongest bonds I have are still from high school. The past three years have allowed me to find myself, to become more of the person that I want to be, and the older I get the more I realize that the people and places I hold most dear to my heart have always been there, and will always be there. Though I may be getting ahead of myself, I can feel that there will be a change come December. In a way, I’m glad that I will get to have a fresh start once again. After all, all of my friends at NYU have their own ambition and goals and who will know where we will all end up.
In short, I feel older, slightly bruised, but all the wiser for it. At this point in my life, I realize that I still have a long ways ahead of me. If I had the chance to do it all over again would I have made different choices? Probably. Do I regret any of the choices I made though? No. What am I going to do come December? No freakin clue.
This caused me think of my own past, in particular the past three years and the choices I've made. The pictures in my own facebook tell a story. When those snapshots were first taken, they represented the happiness of the moment--of being connected, or trying to capture something worth remembering. And, now that I am upon the eve of my last semester at NYU, I look at these pictures now and in some I remember the happy times and find joy in the nostalgia, while in others, though the images were taken in times of happiness, they currently have a different meaning for me. There are some people I have fallen out of touch with, some whom I once considered very close yet now I feel like I hardly know them, and looking at those pictures I discover that there has been a loss. A friendship has died perhaps. And then I become more cynical and question if it was really a friendship at all, for perhaps I was fooling myself. Perhaps there was nothing there to begin with. Perhaps I was just someone to pass the time with. And it makes me sad. I've realized that in my life there have not been many people I've been able to keep in contact with. Well, at least with my middle-school friends. It was great when Alex friended me, and it made me happy, but knowing that I let a true friend slip from my grasp until now makes me think. There are people I've befriended over the past three years that have simply slipped through my grasp, and for that loss I am sad.
On the other hand, there are photos which truly make me smile. There are photos that simply represent a great time with great people that I may not keep in touch with as often as I'd like but I know that we'll have a great time when we see each other next. More importantly, there are photos with people that I will always be close with, no matter what how far apart we are or how long it's been since we've seen each other. For that, I am truly thankful and that makes me super happy.
Wow. I haven't done an emotional post in a while.
I just re-read this and realized how somber the tone is, and that it’s partly unfinished. So, here’s an addition. There are also some pictures that make me truly happy, that make the bad times worth it because in those times of joy, happiness, and often drunkenness I was with people I still care about deeply. And the great thing is, some of the strongest bonds I have are still from high school. The past three years have allowed me to find myself, to become more of the person that I want to be, and the older I get the more I realize that the people and places I hold most dear to my heart have always been there, and will always be there. Though I may be getting ahead of myself, I can feel that there will be a change come December. In a way, I’m glad that I will get to have a fresh start once again. After all, all of my friends at NYU have their own ambition and goals and who will know where we will all end up.
In short, I feel older, slightly bruised, but all the wiser for it. At this point in my life, I realize that I still have a long ways ahead of me. If I had the chance to do it all over again would I have made different choices? Probably. Do I regret any of the choices I made though? No. What am I going to do come December? No freakin clue.