In Memory of Lost Friends

In Memory of Lost Friends

Everytime we enter a new phase of our lives, we inevitably leave the friends we've made. Some of those friends we may still see from time to time while some we never see again.

Some of the ones that we still meet up with are brought about by convenience. They are our classmates, next-door neighbors, teachers and that steadfast circle of friends. They are either the people we cannot help but meet and greet everyday or the ones that we hold on to dear life. Barkadas will be the best example of the latter.

Our circle of friends, the select few who have gained access to our limited time and *ahem* indispensable companionship will always be the ones we talk with, the ones who we shares our interests with, and the ones that will always accept us no matter who we are and what we do.

But even they fade into the background, as all people do.

When we were intelligent enough to be sent to a school, most of us started in kindergarten school with other children. At that time, school seemed more like a blur. Like the first bolt of lightning in the darkening sky. Suddenly it was over and you had to move up to prepatory school. That, too, seemed more like a day in itself. You could only remember bits and pieces of conversation but the memories were definitely there. Then came gradeschool.

The hours were longer.

At that time you learned about oppurtunity costs without even being introduced to the idea. Yes, there were shows that you were going to miss...but the comfort of late-afternoon cartoons and eager playmates were there to welcome you home. All you knew was that you had to keep going. After all, "staying in school is the right thing to do" is what they said. Then your first graduation happened.

The next thing you know, you felt a sense of seniority in the campus. You came to school knowing that you were going to have a great time because there were a lot of new things that you were still getting used to. Suddenly "Math" was called Algebra, and "Science" was broken down into Biology and Chemistry. And you distinctly remember prom night. Whether it was one the finest days of your high school life or not, you couldn't forget that night.

Then came college. New subjects, new set of friends. Heck, you even got a new nickname. But as soon as you're ready to reflect on your life in a university, strange as it seems, that life is over. You try to make something out of the four years you've spent with your dearest friends and when looking back you say to yourself: "It's over?"

We leave a lot of memories behind whenever we move on to the next phase of our lives. And along with those memories, people are always forgotten or buried in that casket we call The Past. How many friends have you met and lost touch with during your stay here on this globe? How many more will be lost in the sea of your intertwining connections?

They are but mere raindrops lost in an ocean of people. Waiting to be found again.