When people leave your surrounding area, they pretty much die. If there is no sure sign they will come back, then we might as well wish them well in their next life. I have had many peers from my time in school who were dear friends on a daily level. Yet, once they leave town you gradually forget about them.
Life goes on. We are much too busy to stop and reflect on friends who have moved away, but for a few, they do die from our lives. This is part of the growing that we must all do. Those people in turn get replaced, some time for the better, sometimes just as an equivalent. We had been at stasis for a few years, considering our circle of friends stays pretty small, it's no surprise.
Realizing this person is dying in front of you, as far as you two are concerned and having clarity to see it and understand it, do you just let it happen? Once a person has decided to move, you can't really stop them, everyone has a personal map of where their life shall take them. It seems almost unfair to prevent person A from moving to location B. So in a sense, the best thing to do is support them in their quest to leave your life.
My position I think will therefore be neutral, if this friend chooses to take off, I will support and say it is for the best for them, but in it also know that the person can be scratched from your life. I've tried having phone relationships with people that move and honestly, it is hard to stay interested in people that don't exist in your space.
Just a couple days ago, I was talking about new people coming back into our lives, and now I must think of other people leaving. There is the chance, it is just a loud cry for attention, there is the possibility that leaving will not work, once you have moved out, it is hard to move back under a parent's roof, parent's usually expect to have rules respected, while people who have experienced freedom feel it is part of their given right to come and go as they please. But if somebody pays for the room where you keep your stuff, the toilet where you shit, the water that you drink, don't go around thinking you're an adult.
Of course, what do I know? Oh, well, pass on to the next life in peace.
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