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Time, it really does.

I remember hearing stories when I was a kid that my mom would mention running into somebody from her past long ago, and they got to talk. Of course, being young I couldn't understand what the big deal was. There would be talk of this and that and the things they did that my grandmother never knew about. At times it was exciting but didn't really have much to do with me. I hardly paid any attention to any of it; I remember only a couple of stories, but that is it.


I've had the opportunity to chat again with a friend from long ago, and it seems like yesterday that we last talked and saw each other, but it's been about 19 years. The flood of emotions, happiness, excitement, anxiety, and even sadness. All of these have their place for a reason because back then, I was young and dumb. This is one person I have truly missed, so the opportunity to chat with them has now been a most enjoyable experience. I was worried at first that they didn't want anything to do with me, as with most of the people I friend on Facebook. See, people are, at times, finicky, and because you were friends with them long ago, it doesn't mean they will have anything to do with you now. Technology has granted me a link to my past, one I hold dear very much.


Of course this isn't the first person from long ago, the Long Beach friends I had from over 25 years ago I have been chatting on and off again with as well. That was an incredible find as, at times, I didn't think anybody from that era of my life would have remembered me. Some did, though, and we chatted and reminisced, which was nice because several of us had really shitty childhoods there. I like seeing how some of us from that little group that hung out have grown up and become adults (in a sense).


It goes by, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. The best part is now I try to enjoy it more so, out here in the desert at times by myself in my own ways, but I know I will be home to truly enjoy it going by with my friends and family there. One thing is for sure: it stands still for nobody, so we must make sure we enjoy what we can while we can. Even when we are in dark places and the light is dim, we must try to find something that brings the light closer. Things happen for a reason, we all know this, its just how we handle it that define us.





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