It's days like this that I wish "going to work" meant "rocking out."
If it weren't for responsibility, I'd be down to "kick the plan before the plan kicks me." Careers where "the man" is involved are totally overrated.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
The Long and Winding Road
It's easy to forget about the good times you had with someone when you think your friendship is over. And when you spend more than a year dwelling on all the bad stuff and the hurt feelings- letting the resentment sink in deeper each day, that makes it even easier to forget.
In many ways it's like being stranded on a desert island and getting separated from the only other person that could help you. You're both stuck in the same place, but alone, following different paths, hoping to get to the shore where you can be rescued. And all of a sudden, the only thing you seem to care about is yourself... your own survival.
My faith in true friendship was restored tonight.
We're all different people, with different needs at different times. Whenever a friendship falls apart, it becomes a test- a fork in the path where we are forced to decide the better route to best suit our personal circumstances.
You may decide to go one way, and your friend may decide to go the other way.
But if you care about each other enough... your paths will cross again. And when they do, you'll both be stronger for having survived on your own for a little while.
The long and winding road that leads to your door... will never disappear. I've seen that road before... it always leads me here.
I spent some time with an old friend tonight. After more than a year of silent bickering, we finally decided to put our past behind us. It's never good for any worthy relationship to let the hurt feelings take over.
Dear friend... tonight I remembered the good times, and the reason why I care about you so much. I remembered that special thing about you that makes me want to be the best person I CAN be. Most importantly, it was the bad stuff that I forgot about this time. Thanks for tonight... and the two hugs. I love you too.
In many ways it's like being stranded on a desert island and getting separated from the only other person that could help you. You're both stuck in the same place, but alone, following different paths, hoping to get to the shore where you can be rescued. And all of a sudden, the only thing you seem to care about is yourself... your own survival.
My faith in true friendship was restored tonight.
We're all different people, with different needs at different times. Whenever a friendship falls apart, it becomes a test- a fork in the path where we are forced to decide the better route to best suit our personal circumstances.
You may decide to go one way, and your friend may decide to go the other way.
But if you care about each other enough... your paths will cross again. And when they do, you'll both be stronger for having survived on your own for a little while.
The long and winding road that leads to your door... will never disappear. I've seen that road before... it always leads me here.
I spent some time with an old friend tonight. After more than a year of silent bickering, we finally decided to put our past behind us. It's never good for any worthy relationship to let the hurt feelings take over.
Dear friend... tonight I remembered the good times, and the reason why I care about you so much. I remembered that special thing about you that makes me want to be the best person I CAN be. Most importantly, it was the bad stuff that I forgot about this time. Thanks for tonight... and the two hugs. I love you too.
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