I was randomly scrolling through my news feed when a picture caught my eye. It was a picture that evoked so many emotions entangled with nostalgia in a fraction of a second.
Funny how you aren't thinking about it and it's miles away and then suddenly everything brings it crashing back.
Yesterday only I was telling myself that I should learn to appreciate the good times I have had up till now. And let the rest go.
Our people whom we called our own in the world so they can venture near and far. And make someone else feel like we once did when they were our friends. And how I was lucky they were once an integral part of my life.
But how do you stop missing them or wishing they were still around. It was a picture of 3 of my friends from college who are in a different medical university and yet together. I don't envy them because I love them all. But there's a part of me that always knocks home that they are together there and I am not with them.
I logically know it's a part of life and it's how life moves on. And I will still meet them again. Just not like everyday, all the time like we used to be. And they still have that to look forward to. And a part if me wishes everyday that I was around them too.
Because no matter how many new people you come across and befriend you can't really replace your old friends.
Whenever I look at people in my school around who still have their old friends together. I am struck with nostalgia and the realization how lucky they are.
Whenever I look at people in my school around who still have their old friends together. I am struck with nostalgia and the realization how lucky they are.
And at that every moment, I miss my friends. Because despite all the new ones I have it's just not the same. Won't ever be the same.
The little comfort that I found was I once was with them like that. I will always hold on to those.
