I remember

“The Past: Our cradle, not our prison; there is danger as well as appeal in its glamour. The past is for inspiration, not imitation, for continuation, not repetition.” Anonymous
Do you remember your first friend? The first person you had a crush on? That group you hung out with every day in school? Do you remember those girls who ate your M&M’s and still wouldn’t be your friend? Your first bully? The first person you made cry? The first teacher who believed in you? The first teacher who wished she never met you? Your highschool classmates? The neighbour you would go to the playground with? They all impacted your life in one way or another.
And you remember them.

You can’t keep in touch with everyone in your life from the time you were born through to primary school, secondary high, college, university, working; you get the idea. You’re bound to let some people slip through the cracks of your life. These we call the ‘touch-n-go’ phenomenon. There are a number of reasons why this phenomenon occurs, some of which you may not want to admit but it’s true. You can ask yourself why this happens and there’ll be a gazillion excuses but the main reason is neither you nor the other side cared enough to keep in touch.

It honestly does not matter how close you were at the time. Absence makes the heart grow fonder“? Nah, realistically, out of sight out of mind“.

Best part is there’s stuff out there like facebook to help us. We still don’t talk to them everyday but we do have them on our friends list.

  “No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other’s worth.” Robert Southey

One thought on “I remember

  1. This post really touched my heart. I have had many people dear to me who just ended up not being a part of my life after distance separated us. I am now in Form 5, and in a matter of months, I’ll be watching the last day of school take place, watching the faces that I might never see again, or never bothering to keep in touch with. It’s sad, really, to have grown up with these people and then be torn apart with chances of not remembering or being remembered again. It’s very sad.

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