i called my papa today. i was sort of a wash of emotions afterwards. i mean, on one hand, i was really glad to talk to him, and i know he appreciated the call. he gets pretty lonely, and i get so caught up in my own life that i forget the small pleasures he takes out of talking to family. i know that he appreciates it when he gets to talk to any one of us, since it is so rare that he has a chance to see loved ones personally. however, on the other hand, i always feel a bit guilty after our calls, because i realize how many things there are that i could do for him, even if it's just a simple call once a week, that i neglect to do. and that's just selfish of me. so i plan to change that.
I have always looked at life like a journey. A journey that you had to go on by yourself, without the aid of anyone, or anything else. However, despite this solitude, there are always others who will cross your path, and for a time, be it very long, or very short, they share the same road. You experiance the same tribulations, help eachother around the obstacles-just provide good company. And sooner or later, your paths will diverge and each will go their own way, making for themselves an individual and very solitary road. My somewhat cliche metaphor for friendship. It has been my personal experiance that friendships cannot always endure the test of time. for some reason, I make friends very quickly, but with the same speed that we grew together, we grow apart. this realization often leaves me feeling very lonely and inadequate. Because why else would I be left alone so often? But once I started to realize that this was mearly the natural order of things, the same sense of lonliness di...
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