David

David I reminisced a friend who passed away. A friend I never spent much time with after high school, but felt close with, even from a distance. I know now from his brothers that he kept me in mind, I guess he felt closer to me than I knew. I too kept him in mind, but never thought much to reach out, always thinking there would be time. I always believed no matter how long its been since talking with a friend that if you see them you bond like not a day has passed it means there's a real connection between the two of you, we had that. Not just that, but had similar feelings of things. You know you have someone to grow with when you can express your bad side and still be accepted. It's too late to express how much he meant to me now, I shouldn't have taken time for granted. I wonder about all the ones still living I care for, there are many and I wish I had time for them all, but I barely have time for myself. Life moves so fast, especially when you're already behind trying to keep up and make a living for yourself. What is it that presses us forward? That pressures us to achieve, leaving behind “childish” things like free time. Like friends, like our families, lovers, like memories of quiescence. I surmise that's the thing in life – to recognize the moments that gleam with importance and embrace them to the fullest because one day they will pass. Once they do, they are gone. Like a still frame, those passions are frozen in time. We never get our time back. I don't have a direction for this to go, I just felt like writing. I am affirming myself when I say this – I am building better habits and I am writing everyday, even if I have nothing to say.