Ever since finishing school, I have vanished off the face off the earth. No longer am I talking to the people that I used to talk to, or am chatting with people regarding homework. It’s funny. The people you thought would be there, travel alongside you in the treachery of the adult world, aren’t with you anymore.
I specifically had a friend where we walked home together, talked about our dreams, and would always get excited at the possibility of achieving greatness in our lives after finishing school. To be honest, I thought he would be there, but now it seems like you have to fight to keep in touch with the people you thought would always be there in the first place.
Maybe it was me. Maybe I didn’t push hard enough, ask to see him on the weekends or to go out every now and then to retain our friendship. But maybe, I shouldn’t have had to try so hard, have had to chase after a friendship that could have most likely worked, just so that it could work. I don’t blame him now that I come to think about it. People are young, reckless. We are all puzzle pieces in attempt to fit, so I accept that what was, once was. I hope he does well in his future. Finds new friends, grows into the person he is meant to become, and achieve all of those dreams we spent so long talking about, whilst walking together every afternoon on the way home.
So many friends have left me, all of which I don’t mind. I have vanished off the face of the earth. Sometimes I like it because I can feel okay in my skin. I can look at my life and not compare it so recklessly to others.
Sometimes though, I look at the people I have grown up around splurge into this big vast world, so daring, so head on, so happy. Yet, I feel left behind, as if my life is a bit too monotonous in comparison to everyones great achievements. Everyone is going off into university, getting into their dream courses, somehow having the world at her feet. I haven’t achieved much. My life isn’t as daring as others.
I watched a video about John Green and he pointed out that just because someone chooses to live a quiet life doesn’t make it any less meaningful than someone who flourishes on their Instagram profile. A daring life isn’t being remarkably adventurous, it’s within the act of being daring.
This piece of advice somehow seemed to comfort me. It gave me a sense of peace that my life wasn’t daring or any less meaningful, just because it is moving at a different pace at others. I felt that as I mopped floors at work or looking up at the purple lightning in the sky, my life was just as daring, just as meaningful.
That was the greatest feeling in the world.