I often spend my valuable time (wasting it )pondering things that just pop into my head with no forewarning. I wonder if other people have the same experiences. Do they hear a song and remember where they were the first time they heard it? Can they recall who they were with when they heard that melody? Do they think of that person when once again that tune is heard? I do. I'll hear a song from yesteryear and remember not only the tune, but each word from the lyrics. I'll recall who I was with the first time I heard it. I'll see their face. know their name, where they lived and how we met. What I ponder is, when did we stop being friends? Why is it that people can share their deepest thoughts, their secrets, private moments, and then suddenly all those shared things are forgotten. You'll see them on the street or in a social place, and not even acknowledge them. There is no break up(usually), just a drifting away. A silence that like all those memorable times is shared. Yet no one speaks. What causes us to go our separate ways without so much as a goodbye. Kids do it all the time. They change schools, they move to other neighborhoods, they play different sports, they have different classes. The person who was your best friend and closest confidant becomes a stranger. Someone you might see on the street and nod to, but keep heading towards your destination without so much as a hello. It seems to happen over night, or over a season. You lose contact, promising yourself to call, to write(in the precomputer facebook days), but the promises are meant for the tomorrows never to come. Why is that? Yes. people get busy. Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans. There ARE faces and places you remember all your life even though they have changed. What I wonder is, did your feelings really change as well? I don't think so. Maybe we are just embarrassed by our inactivity. Maybe we are harboring bad thoughts from misconstrued conversations. I don't know. I don't even understand it. I do know that I have seen it happen in my life, and I see it happening in the life of my children. It makes me sad. And life does go on within us and without us.
