on time
how to say goodbye? as most emotional problems are, they are simple understand yet hard to resolve. today marks the last full day my best friend is in my city. tempus fugit.
time, an intriguing concept. einstein might say it is relative: no fundamental distinction of earlier & later or past & future. yet i can’t help but remember how much my friend has been there for me and will continue to do so. there is a past, present, and future with & without him. as the end of an era approaches, why am i suddenly obsessed with our shared time? i am now engrossed in recalling fleeting memories, desperately trying to log them. some may be distorted already, some have been lost forever. of course, there are core memories that we share, unlikely to be forgotten. yet its the subtle ones stand out to me. the quiet moments on local transportation. the unspoken words over another food spot. i don’t think i have done anything that i could not have done without him. yet it was more joyous with him.
at the beginning, it seemed we had so much time to do what we wanted. with seemingly endless possibilities, this the path we have chosen. i am grateful to have walked it with him. with all the small decisions we’ve made, honestly, i would not change anything. from the early mornings to the late nights, each day had its own adventure. when i will look back at this slice of my life, he is the singular point that i will remember most.
i often find myself grasping for photos as an aid to recall what has happened. superficially, this is a great way. we ate this. we drank that. we shopped here. we explored there. i appreciate this especially when others are around. i tell my parents that we dined at this local cheap eats this week and attach a photo of our meal.
yet it’s the man behind the photos that hangs in my mind. photos are an unnatural interpretation of life. they provide indisputable evidence. they also testify to time’s relentless melt. my memory of him transcends photos. never forgotten. they say that a person is a the sum of his five closest friends. he is one that stands above the rest. he has seen me at my worst and been there at my best. i could not be writing this without him. my tender heart does not look forward to tomorrow, a world without him physically by my side.
tempus venit. with all my heart, thank you friend.
be good,
simple