I was hoping this year would move to a different beat than last year, but we’re only two weeks in and I’ve already caught word of two class mates from high school passing away. Is this something I should get used to? Are we just getting older? One died in jail and the other from cancer. I wasn’t extremely close to either of them, but its still unsettling to hear. We shuffled through the same hallways into adulthood, our sneakers echoed through the same gym. It could easily be me one of these days.
If anything unexpected should happen to me I hope my friends and family know how much they mean to me. We tend to choose friends that hold the qualities we want to see reflected more clearly in ourselves. When I’m lost you guys are often a vital reminder of who I am, and who I’ve always wanted to be. Some times you remind me through a conversation, but often it’s through much smaller moments. On days like these I’m very thankful for those smaller moments. I hope that as I mature and get over my own selfish bull shit I’ll be able to expand my overall awareness and cherish the small moments as they unfold, rather then retrospectively.
Moral of my cliche rant: You guys are the shit and I’m glad we share the same toilet.
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