Come and Go

[den_chan]

As I look through photographs, new and old, I see people who have come and gone during the course of my life. People who I was once so close to I barely speak to anymore and those who I never thought would be such an integral part of my life are now at the centre of it.

I don't feel any negative emotions towards those who have come and gone, I suppose it's a little sad that I can no longer see and speak to these people with the same ease, but I feel like this is a natural progression. How many people come into our lives and then leave it for one reason or another, do these people stay with us? Touching our lives and changing us forever or are they just voices that we hear for a short time before they disappear completely from our thoughts?

Personally I'd like to think that once we get to know someone they stay with us, their "voice" lingers.

I'm not the easiest of people to get close to, I have my own unique set of problems and issues but I wish I could tell those who've tried to be friends with me that I'm thankful and happy that they tried, even if the connection was brief. I wish them all the best and I hope that they will be happy now and forever.

Comments

[supernalprince]

I seen this over facebook too, I don't understand what's stopping you from talking to people other than yourself?

"I wish I coudl tell those ..." Why can't you tell them? And if you want to keep friends what are you doing to keep them?

Something like this is good to step back and really think about what you've done on your end that resulted in things being the way they are and, again, if you want to endeavor to change them.

[den_chan]

Most of the people on Facebook I'm referring to have moved away from my hometown and have families and lives of their own. Lives I am no longer part of and I have no desire to infiltrate them as an old friend. I am available to them if they want to speak with me or reminiscence but we drifted apart naturally, it was a mutual action.

There are only so many times that I will try to resuscitate an old friendship, the onus isn't all on me.