Nothing makes you realize the power of time quite like making awkward small talk with someone you used to be the closest with. When you used to sit in comfortable silence and now you’re scrambling just for words to say. Something. Anything.
My least favorite thing about my generation is that we can choose to stay a constant fly on the wall in someone else’s life without having to see them, speak with them, or even know them. We have a library of biographies at our fingertips: classmates, co-workers, friends of family, friends of friends, friends of friends of friends.
According to Facebook, I have 349 friends; yet I can’t think of a single person I’d like to have over for dinner tonight.
Growing up is realizing things change, accepting the differences and embracing the diversity. Don’t dwell on the past, there’s a reason you don’t live there anymore.
Wild Little Hare 