The saddest part about life is losing touch with people who matter to you. Friends. Relatives. And even acquaintances. Sadly for me, have grown up a miserable loner. And the zillion times I shifted house through my school days ensured that I didnt make too many friends. And the little friendships I had from school didnt survive through college. And my college friends, though still contactable are all busy in hot shot careers and with no time from social world drop outs like me, with life and time revolving around kid and school pick up times and therapy. Or so I think. But I am more to be blamed. I let things slide. I wallow in my own selfishness and refuse to make the first call. I take umbrage if a call is not returned asap. I keep procrastinating on meeting up. I have a zillion excuses as to why any day is not a good day. I am a miserable friend. Forgive me. I want to reach out and hug all of you, and hear your voices again.
As one grows older it becomes infinitely more difficult to reach beyond mere aquaintanceship and go into friendship. Is it because when we are younger we have more time to give to friendships or lesser prejudices to bring to the friendship? Even so, there is absolutely no excuse to let mundanities take over the joys of staying in touch with the people who actually matter to one. After all, have always believed in friends of the heart and friends of the road. Friends of the heart can never be replaced, while friends of the road come and go.
Resolution for this week: Call up or email at least a couple of old friends. Come on, am one foot in the grave already. If I dont do it now, when will I?