I've been doing some blog-hopping. Some thinking. And I can't help but feel this swell near my heart. This swell that's just... me forlorn and me proud, so very proud of all my friends. To you my classmates, acquaintances and dear friends, new and old; to those whose relations with me and me with theirs having been weathered and stretched over so many years. I'm so proud of all of you and so sad at the same time because I really want to see you guys again.
I believe I've mentioned before that I'm just swamped with time right now and it's allowed me to go over and reminisce all the times we had in SYHU, SMJA... and most of all MD. We all knew it, I knew it, but the existence of those two short years in MD never ceases to amaze me by having allowed so many bittersweet memories within a short period of transition and when we graduated, I don't know if you noticed it, but everyone went through an alarmingly quick growth spurt. It was inevitable that we all went our own directions, some holding firm to their beliefs, some searching for one, others still being lost but already have set aims in life. It was inevitable that some of us would lost contact with each other over extended periods of time. It is not for want of effort, perhaps. But this stuff happens. And I've never seen a group of people who accept that fact more than the people I used to mingle with. Dreamers but realists, the lot of you. I don't know how you guys do it *laughs*
But I am so happy to have met you guys- even if we barely say two words to each other now over spans of half-years. My bestfriend who'd been with me right from when I started SMJA. My dear half-soulmate (dare I call her that, and half for mutual reasons unexplainable) whom I'd sadly only gotten to know well towards the last year we could stay together as schoolmates. My closest confidant whom I'd met during my most petulant year in SYHU. And everyone else... it hurts me even to categorise even as 'everyone else' since each and every person had been unique and their existences precious to my memories.
Your growths give me confidence that I'll someday find something that I truly want to do... dare I hope, even, to lead me to create a purpose.
yeck This has been the most personal post I've written I think, but I don't feel like backing down from publishing it. And since I hope to relay to the people who are now in the position I used to be, oh-so-safe, happy and a dependant, to cherish all the moments you have with your friend, and the people who are around you NOW. Because people never stay permanently. There's a Japanese saying that goes, the beginning of meeting/acquaintance/a friendship is the beginning of separation. It might be a draining experience, but it's better than being friend-less and alone. Besides, if you make the best of it, you'd be left with the best memories ever. Be it a decade or two decades from now. I want to see you guys again one day. So if you change addresses or methods of communication, make sure you tell me please. We have a great friendship, I'm kind of ticked off that distance really does seem to be a horrible adversary when it comes to trying to keep acquaintances.
Goodness I hope I won't have to make you suffer reading through such a sappy post ever again. I don't know why but I've been listening to all sap songs lately... it's the mood. What's up with the moooood....!?
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