When you reach this point, where most of your time is spent alone, you find yourself talking more to yourself. We often feel that time flies by quickly, like it was just yesterday when something happened, or just last week when we met. The speed of time isn't about how long it takes, but how the events unfold.
Being alone is a time to uncover layers of memories, some good, some sweet, and some bad. Every memory has its own meaning and significance. Events that once seemed ordinary are now the ones we remember most, while those we thought were special have become just ordinary. That's how time plays its game. The memories don't change, but we grow, and our perspectives change.
In the past, it felt like we could meet friends every week, even every day. But now, meeting once a year seems impossible. Close friends from the past slowly drift away.
A sign that we're becoming strangers to our old friends is when we used to discuss recent events or the future when we met. But now, only the past remains as the basis of our friendship.
I now understand when a senior once asked me the meaning of friendship. He said friendship is about staying connected or understanding each other. He gave simple examples, like asking how our friend was doing or how their day was. One of my friends bluntly said that this wasn't possible for us. He argued that we only communicate when we need something from each other, and I agreed without much thought because it seemed logical.
But now, I realize that such a friendship isn't lasting. That's why many friendships end, and we lose touch, as the utility of the relationship fades.
Friendship should be more than that. It's a bond formed through similarities and differences, exchange of thoughts and ideas, emotional connections, and more than just interests. That's what makes a lasting friendship.
Besides, many layers of memories unfold one by one, about pain, laughter, love, and joy. However, it's enough to reveal these memories as reflections and self-evaluation, not to regret, hate, or return to them. Living life is better than being entangled in the past. Let the crossroads of memories be passing stops, not destinations because there are many more important hopes to achieve in the future and present.
That's how it is.
