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I’m kind of melancholy today, thinking about the way people grow apart as they go through their lives. I don’t have an answer for it, of course, just thinking about it. And, as with many painful things, sometimes the parting is even for the best, but that doesn’t really make it any better.
The flip side of those who drift away, though, is those who drift into your life as you go along, bringing with them the fun and excitement of new friendship and all the promise that brings. And because I think we’re programmed to try and find the good, we usually welcome these people with no thought to the idea that they could someday be the ones drifting on out of our lives.
But I suppose that ebb and flow of people is only natural, even if there are those you thought would probably be around forever who have now drifted away. And it brings up the age-old question of whether it really is better to have loved and lost than never loved at all. I come down firmly on the side of “yes” when answering that question, but it doesn’t mean there aren’t times when the concept weighs heavy on my heart.
