Monday, March 31, 2014
The Fellow Passenger On A Crashing Train
First, I will tell you something about me, then you can tell me something about you, as that, I believe, is how friendship works.
Here is something I believe: I believe that people don't know how people work when they're young and maybe that's why we're so reckless with each other when we're young.
I think people think that people come and go, in and out of life and I think that school teaches them that, that life changes in big annual movements, that one year you're this and the next, you're that. But life blends into itself as you get older and you realise, you will watch a few, if not many, of your friends get old.
You will watch them lose their minds and their hair. You will watch them get sick and get better. You will watch them succeed and fail. You will watch them get married, get divorced, get pregnant and yes, eventually, you will watch them die. Or they will watch you die.
So this is what I believe friendship means. And I'm sorry to have to put such a heavy burden on you. But you have put the same burden on me.
Now you can tell me something you believe, as it is your turn, and this is how friendship works.
Written by Me at 12:39 AM
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I admire you so much.
I know when to be quiet and let the silence speak.
Your words are beautiful and I admire you for that. I hope you are wise enough in love to know that good deeds are remembered precisely. Words of wisdom vaguely
i will remember your words.someday you will feel proud of our friendship.
I believe you have a gift with words and I love my visits here.
Is there a typo in the first line?
This is wonderful. Thanks always for writing.
is that in your mind that my writings are not worth of publish in your blog.the words perhaps are so much dumb.never mind.it all happens.
I think you're a beautiful person. I wish there were more of you in the world.
I hope you are writing another book. You are absolutely wonderful at writing.
Your words are truth and some may think deep...
But yet your words are simply truth...
I admire you... ;)
We may be crashing in slow motion, but it feels good to be riding the train with you again.
If this is how friendship works, I will tell you something about me. I tried to kill myself when I was fifteen and again when I was seventeen. For a long, long time, I struggled with who I was. I was on heavy antidepressant medication so I would be able to live, and, sometimes, it's still too much of a dosage, but it helps me survive. Now, I realize what life is really about. It's not about just making it. It's about saving every penny you have to see that city in Italy you've always dreamed about. It's about giving your friends help when they need it, even if it hurts you. It's about going into debt and pulling yourself back out, moving from a home to an apartment and back again, switching cities and states hunting for jobs you don't really want to do, but still do, because you have bills to pay and places to see, and one day, you're going to be at the end of it all, looking back, and I'm going to be able to tell myself that I did everything perfectly. Even if I have to save my novels for years, I will find a publisher and let people read what I've created. Even if I have heavy, heavy credit card debt for the rest of my life, I will make sure my mom never has to do a job she hates again and will live out the rest of her days happy. I am only twenty years old, so people believe I don't have life experience, but I've seen death flash before my eyes many times and I know what life is about. It's not about the money. It's not about stability. It's about enjoying the precious time you have until you've seen and done everything you've even sort of wanted to do, and then still pushed on to see what else life was made of. I want to push on until I'm old and wrinkly, and if I spend even a second of that time sad, it will be time wasted. I'm going to see the world, even if I have to live in a cardboard box for years afterwards, and I won't rest until everyone I know sees life the same way.
It's your turn again.
Hi.. I'm reading your blog for the first time. And boy!!! I'm speechless!
Nice... Exactly wat I wanted to converse.... What was untold .
Thank you, holy vessel. God has saved my soul through you.
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