Old Friends...Thoughts
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Along the deep constricted path of life, it allows us to meet, appreciate and love a lot of people. It obliges us also, to develop relationships with others. They either grow along the way or fall like rotten fruits.
Nothing is lost; all is used at one point.
Sometimes after many years, we find ourselves either misplaced or astonish and happy to have grown in parallels.
So…
I have the impressions that I have to fight to keep the friends I had during my college years. Our paths have separated inexorably.
What is left of them (for me)? And here I am alone…alone in this situation.
I also have the impression that I have done a lot of things wrong and I deserve what is happening to me today. But in fact, I have an extraordinary Family and other friends I have made throughout my years of existence…but…well…
Am I responsible for the things that are changing?
Should I continue to get hurt whenever I hear from them when in fact they hurt me even more without even knowing? How about not bringing up the “hurt” subject because it makes us both uncomfortable?
Should I, in contrary try to make amends, or try to reconcile my relationship with them?
These are questions I often ask myself. Somehow, I can’t even answer my own questions.
Pathetic.
Nothing is lost; all is used at one point.
Sometimes after many years, we find ourselves either misplaced or astonish and happy to have grown in parallels.
So…
I have the impressions that I have to fight to keep the friends I had during my college years. Our paths have separated inexorably.
What is left of them (for me)? And here I am alone…alone in this situation.
I also have the impression that I have done a lot of things wrong and I deserve what is happening to me today. But in fact, I have an extraordinary Family and other friends I have made throughout my years of existence…but…well…
Am I responsible for the things that are changing?
Should I continue to get hurt whenever I hear from them when in fact they hurt me even more without even knowing? How about not bringing up the “hurt” subject because it makes us both uncomfortable?
Should I, in contrary try to make amends, or try to reconcile my relationship with them?
These are questions I often ask myself. Somehow, I can’t even answer my own questions.
Pathetic.
