with the onset of my 30s i've come a bit late to the realization that my list of true friends grows perilously short, as does my time with my beloved family. the winter solstices i rarely mark and the christmases i do hardly better at are numbered.
my hometown in TX has been deftly robbed of it's appeal to me (if it ever had any), my family grows older and more scattered and the "friends" i once had are these strange people i've realized i barely know.
my father is stooped and grey and more daft with each passing season but retains that curious quality to tug at my heart with his smile and earnest, pure love for his sons.
my mother lives her mothering of baby boys days over and over in her head even as she marks the grey in my beard and the ring on my sister-in-law's finger.
so goes another year. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i kind of feel nothing at all except a vague sense of loss intermixed with some primal happiness at simply being alive. they call that irony, i guess.
my hometown in TX has been deftly robbed of it's appeal to me (if it ever had any), my family grows older and more scattered and the "friends" i once had are these strange people i've realized i barely know.
my father is stooped and grey and more daft with each passing season but retains that curious quality to tug at my heart with his smile and earnest, pure love for his sons.
my mother lives her mothering of baby boys days over and over in her head even as she marks the grey in my beard and the ring on my sister-in-law's finger.
so goes another year. i'm not sure how i feel about it. i kind of feel nothing at all except a vague sense of loss intermixed with some primal happiness at simply being alive. they call that irony, i guess.
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threestares:
i believe that we, as humans, are fortunate if we have one or two good friends.
reacher:
To know that you are truly alone is the first step on the long journey to self-discovery on the path to power, grasshopper.