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My friends are all getting so old. I'm suddenly having this awareness, and I'm not sure where to place it.
Life is a trip, man.
Lately I've been weighing my mind with significant people of my life that have come and gone, and others that are constant. I can't quite determine what it is that makes someone you've grown so close and accustomed to stay fixed, regardless how distant, as an integral part of your life, while others, seemingly as (and sometimes more) significant, can just as easily fade away. The matter of circumstance seems highly irrelevant, and also immeasurable, yet somehow demands a hefty portion of decision. You could of course make the argument that whatever role it was they were sent to fill in your existence, or whatever lesson it was they were in your life to teach you, had been in some way fulfilled, and was in that sense no longer needed. However I just can't seem to get my mind around that approach.
I wish I could hold on to everyone that's ever had an impact on my soul, while still continuing the ever changing process of this life, as impractical and futile as the effort might be. I'm not sure what it is in me that feeds this compulsion. But still it seems that even in the most bitter and torched corners of my heart, I still have so much unjustifiable love for the what once filled that absence.
Life is a trip, man.
Lately I've been weighing my mind with significant people of my life that have come and gone, and others that are constant. I can't quite determine what it is that makes someone you've grown so close and accustomed to stay fixed, regardless how distant, as an integral part of your life, while others, seemingly as (and sometimes more) significant, can just as easily fade away. The matter of circumstance seems highly irrelevant, and also immeasurable, yet somehow demands a hefty portion of decision. You could of course make the argument that whatever role it was they were sent to fill in your existence, or whatever lesson it was they were in your life to teach you, had been in some way fulfilled, and was in that sense no longer needed. However I just can't seem to get my mind around that approach.
I wish I could hold on to everyone that's ever had an impact on my soul, while still continuing the ever changing process of this life, as impractical and futile as the effort might be. I'm not sure what it is in me that feeds this compulsion. But still it seems that even in the most bitter and torched corners of my heart, I still have so much unjustifiable love for the what once filled that absence.