There are all sorts of friends in this world. As antisocial as I might have become today, I can say I have had my fill of many kinds back when I was younger. Back when I was wilder. Back when I was friend -lier.
I won't be talking today about the kinds of friends I have or have had. No. But I will talk to you about the kind of friend I was. The kind of friend I am. And the kind of friend I want to be.
I was a party animal. Fun was when I was around and when my friends were with me. We went to the rowdiest bars where we out danced everyone on the dance floor. We guzzled up beers like there was no tomorrow. We sang the loudest karaoke and drove the noisiest car in college. And we got picked up by the police a few times for breaking a rule here and there.
We skipped classes just so we can drink coffee under the rain.
We told stories late into the night, night after night - every single night. And we talked some more into the day just because the world was about us and no other else.
We drove into the future like the wind was behind us.
And yes, it was a short span of time, just a measly couple of years in college. But the memories we had then, have lasted a lifetime.
Today, we are mostly scattered around the world, but some things have remained. We talk about nothing and everything. Or chat, if I were to be technical about it. We still laugh at each other.But more importantly, we still laugh at the world together. Most recently, we have been crying together. Missing old friends. Grieving for lost friends.
Sometimes we chat and couldn't continue not because we don't have anything to say to each other but because we know the other one is sighing somewhere. Or breathing, just letting things be, feeling each other's presence from halfway round the world - in silence.
Sometimes I think that these are signs of times. We've grown. Do I mind? No. because we've grown together, and sometimes, that's all that matters.
They say if you've been friends for at least 8 years, chances are you'll be friends for life. I don't need that statistic to know that I have found the friends I will keep. It has been quite a road, filled with joy and madness. When we counted memories with thorns and flowers. Life has been good, despite all its shenanigans.
Thank you.
I'm sure my proud, haughty friends know who they are.
I won't be talking today about the kinds of friends I have or have had. No. But I will talk to you about the kind of friend I was. The kind of friend I am. And the kind of friend I want to be.
I was a party animal. Fun was when I was around and when my friends were with me. We went to the rowdiest bars where we out danced everyone on the dance floor. We guzzled up beers like there was no tomorrow. We sang the loudest karaoke and drove the noisiest car in college. And we got picked up by the police a few times for breaking a rule here and there.
We skipped classes just so we can drink coffee under the rain.
We told stories late into the night, night after night - every single night. And we talked some more into the day just because the world was about us and no other else.
We drove into the future like the wind was behind us.
And yes, it was a short span of time, just a measly couple of years in college. But the memories we had then, have lasted a lifetime.
Today, we are mostly scattered around the world, but some things have remained. We talk about nothing and everything. Or chat, if I were to be technical about it. We still laugh at each other.But more importantly, we still laugh at the world together. Most recently, we have been crying together. Missing old friends. Grieving for lost friends.
Sometimes we chat and couldn't continue not because we don't have anything to say to each other but because we know the other one is sighing somewhere. Or breathing, just letting things be, feeling each other's presence from halfway round the world - in silence.
Sometimes I think that these are signs of times. We've grown. Do I mind? No. because we've grown together, and sometimes, that's all that matters.
They say if you've been friends for at least 8 years, chances are you'll be friends for life. I don't need that statistic to know that I have found the friends I will keep. It has been quite a road, filled with joy and madness. When we counted memories with thorns and flowers. Life has been good, despite all its shenanigans.
Thank you.
I'm sure my proud, haughty friends know who they are.
1 comment:
i feel you syoks! :)
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