Thoughts...
Lately, I’ve been thinking, “I wish I was eighteen again”.
The stupid thing is, at the time I probably couldn’t wait to be older.
I feel like a lot of the time it’s like “I can’t wait until (some event in the future)”. My Mum always used to say I was wishing my life away. She’s absolutely right.
I’ve been starting to go out more lately, trying to feel young again. Because sure enough, I’ll probably get further along into my twenties and wish that when I was younger that I had gone out more. I feel like life is passing me by, it’s going too quick.
A workmate and a whole bunch of his friends have made a pilgrimage over into the next state to visit and spend time with their best mate’s girlfriend. The best mate passed away in an accident a couple of months back. I thought that was truly ones of the nicest things I’d ever heard. But my heart breaks for his poor girlfriend. I just kept thinking, if I were her I don’t know how I could carry on living without my boyfriend. Sure, we have our fights but I love him so much…that I just can’t bear to think about life without him.
Every day must be such a struggle for her, knowing that she’ll never see her boyfriend again, be close to him again, talk to him again. So much is lost. They never got to get married and have a family together. They wouldn’t have even known his time was running out. Now he’s gone.
I admire people who don’t give up and somehow manage to keep going when they’ve lost so much.
