It’s hard to say goodbye to someone who meant a lot to you, with whom you shared everything, hung out and did crazy activities. You meet people and strike a chord with them immediately sometimes. They leave deep imprints in your life that change you forever. Every moment spent with them is not less than a blessing. The fact that it’s easy to share sorrows and joys is so liberating. I found friends who are loyal, loving, trustworthy, who spread happiness, are not judgmental, and stay during the darkest hours of my life.
Bunking lectures, terrible scooty rides, talking about future is how we spend our time together. They are the ones who always saw the best in me despite any of my shortcomings. They motivate me to follow my dreams and ask me not to think about the outcomes. They stand by me whenever I feel alone. Also I was able to discover myself because of them. They try not to take my grumpiness seriously. Reality comes along with this blessing. Often when we are having a good time we don’t wish to face realities. One of those that I’d like to talk about is adulthood.
Adulthood is an uninvited guest that brings tons and tons of responsibilities. After college our priorities change. Taking care of our parents, work, marriage, children etc lands on the top position of our priority list. After 2 years we may part ways as we have different goals in mind and will focus on trying to achieve it. This scares me sometimes as I’ll have to say ciao amigos once again. It is ironical because my dad had a transferable job, we moved to new cities frequently but when the time came to say the dreadful word I chose to look for a reason to stay back.
I have played the scene many times in my head, tried to look at the positive side but the fact is that I know it will hurt. Moving on is not an easy task and requires a lot of patience. Some can do it without much effort but some like me find it impossible. I will let Time help me as it is the best healer.
My time with my friends is limited. We don’t talk much about parting but know that it’ll happen. The time to pack our bags and start everything all over again will come soon and maybe someday we’ll meet, reminiscing our past.
Nos vemos amigos.
