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I get the allure of looking back into the past and being able to instantaneously be in that moment. Amazing. It's so readily available thanks to sites like Facebook and such. The internet has made it seem almost possible to travel back in time and interact with the past by contacting the people from those past eras in our lives. It's almost like reviving ghosts. I get it, I truly do. I've found yearbooks and I get lost, instantly. I can go back to those high school days and reconnect with my good buddies that I used to spend every lunch time with, hanging out and doing shit with. We live in an amazing age, and I am so taken aback every day. I am amazed all the time (thankfully). I had a couple of friends that I haven't seen since graduating, a long while, almost ten years...;-)
    I am a dreamer, and I am aware of the desire to imagine all the cool things that we would talk about, reminisce and let them into my wonderful world of weirdness that they would just love to hear about, and I theirs. I am also a realist and I am fully aware that some of those old friends were friends that I lost touch with, willingly. Life is so short, is what it feels like sometimes. I run out of time everyday to do the things I wish I could get done. I often go to sleep thinking " tomorrow...I'll get to it tomorrow for sure" . In those things that don't get done, is usually the ability to spend more time with the people that are in my life now. The present sometimes is hard to keep up with. I spend a good part of the week trying to catch up to friends, that are always busy. I am usually always busy, myself, who am I kidding? I would be a fool to think I could keep up with the past and all that I've left with it, and stay in the now, wholly present, attention and all. Sometimes it's hard to meet up with friends and not have someone always checking their phone for messages, I hate to admit that person has been me, sometimes. I am going to have to decline and leave the past in the past. I pick the now. Sorry ghosts. I'm not saying it's easy, but I know when I been bested.


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