Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
I’m not really sure about this one.
As you get older, there really is less time to do things, or perhaps it is just a matter of needing to devote more time to things that matter. Relationships need to be nurtured and maintained. If it had strong roots, maybe it would survive a bit of neglect, like losing touch with a friend and seeing them years later, and just picking up where you left off.
Sometimes it does seem like it can be difficult to just pick up the phone and call someone whose life is now completely different from the last time you saw each other. In this age, when connecting and communicating is made instant and easier than ever, the only excuse to not reach out and (re)connect might be plain apathy. Or laziness. Or fear. Or the cookie monster.
About me
I am just another kid trying to find his place, but four lang of thousands of miles, 4.20 languages, twenty odd years, and several guitars later, I still don't know where that is. But I will keep searching, and maybe I'll start getting an idea. This coil is just brimming with wanderlust. Nomad. Vagabond. Call me what you will.
This here is my little fledgling blog. Equal parts punching bag, confessional, and exhibit, but all thoughtspace. I'm gonna try to play around with layout and content until something works. I've never had one, so we'll see how this experiment goes.
