It's a strange thing, time. Reflecting on days gone by, memories seem clear enough to have happened yesterday, though in reality their time passed years ago. And friends stray from the fold with the ease and passivity of winter snow melting away in the Spring sun.
If distance doesn't provide a difficult enough barrier to the continuity of a friendship, then there's other adult horrors to contend with; ideology, goals, career pursuits, and family obligations. And it's these things, these experiences, these new acquaintances, coworkers, neighbors, books read, and songs heard that are all a part of the complex network that help make up who we have and who we continue to become. A necessary requisite to growing and learning. And yet this new sinew that binds and forms the new us, is the very same stuff that changes our perspectives enough to hamper and slow the old relationships.
I spoke to a friend who lives in Washington State today that I hadn't spoken to in probably two years. Though it was awkward at points (for me at least), it served me a strong reminder of why these people were/are my friends. Though ideologies change or evolve and life paths get steered in different directions, be it voluntarily or involuntarily, for me these friendships never truly die. These people live in my heart and soul. They come to visit every time I sit down to write. They stop in and sit with me through old movies that we have shared and quoted countless times, and they live in the music of my life.
Well, he's doing important work in Seattle, I've no doubt of that. It would be great to somehow be a part of it. To have a beer with him in the local pub at the end of the day and hear the day's news. What's gone on at the university? Which professor is boffing which student or other faculty? What's going on in the world of science?
But no matter how much time passes, or how different our tastes in music and politics become, or how far apart our careers and immediate goals stray, my old band of friends will be my brothers, seculo seculorum.
Much love, Trey, if you're out there.
I'm listening to The Smiths' Louder Than Bombs right now, and what great memories this music recalls!
Kirk out.
If distance doesn't provide a difficult enough barrier to the continuity of a friendship, then there's other adult horrors to contend with; ideology, goals, career pursuits, and family obligations. And it's these things, these experiences, these new acquaintances, coworkers, neighbors, books read, and songs heard that are all a part of the complex network that help make up who we have and who we continue to become. A necessary requisite to growing and learning. And yet this new sinew that binds and forms the new us, is the very same stuff that changes our perspectives enough to hamper and slow the old relationships.
I spoke to a friend who lives in Washington State today that I hadn't spoken to in probably two years. Though it was awkward at points (for me at least), it served me a strong reminder of why these people were/are my friends. Though ideologies change or evolve and life paths get steered in different directions, be it voluntarily or involuntarily, for me these friendships never truly die. These people live in my heart and soul. They come to visit every time I sit down to write. They stop in and sit with me through old movies that we have shared and quoted countless times, and they live in the music of my life.
Well, he's doing important work in Seattle, I've no doubt of that. It would be great to somehow be a part of it. To have a beer with him in the local pub at the end of the day and hear the day's news. What's gone on at the university? Which professor is boffing which student or other faculty? What's going on in the world of science?
But no matter how much time passes, or how different our tastes in music and politics become, or how far apart our careers and immediate goals stray, my old band of friends will be my brothers, seculo seculorum.Much love, Trey, if you're out there.
I'm listening to The Smiths' Louder Than Bombs right now, and what great memories this music recalls!
Kirk out.
