It’s been so long. I’ve forgotten how to celebrate others. A reminder that Jennifer and I have been friends for 12 years puts everything into perspective. What are we working so hard for. What will happen in 12 more years. Will we retain the fire and joy that was bursting out of our high school bodies? Will meeting up feel like a track and field day? We’ll be adults refined by time, like polished children, gleaming like stones. Maybe we’ll even do adult things together like shop for furniture, or take our kids/pets on play dates. But probably not if we don’t even live in the same city. It’s hard getting used to being apart all the time, equally hard adjusting to being together all the time. All i know is we’ll probably keep getting along, bringing value to each others’ lives.
I often hear you lose more friends as you get older. Growing older means you’re taking on the burden of living a full fledged adult life, which comes with car insurance, mortgages, income tax, planning for retirement and kids, and finding a good daycare/school/tutor for those beans you popped out of yourself. And because of that time is scarce. How does one have time to meal prep and juggle jobs and kids all at once? And you have to keep up with your high school, university, post-university, and work friends. You take vacation time away from it all and feel freer than you’ve ever felt before, like standing on a glass floor
when your parents pass away you realize that family should have been your priority all along, that holding onto these equally important connections should have been your first priority. And as you age you lose touch with people, naturally or because your internet is down for a couple of days.