I’ve been trying to maintain touch with old friends through email, snail mail, and phone recently. These are the friends that don’t live nearby or even a few hours drive away. But in other states or countries all together.
You would think that in this day and age with all the technology we have at our fingertips we’d be hearing more from each other. But we don’t.
We each get caught up in our day to day lives, going from work to home, to taking care of whatever or whomever needs to be taken care of. Life is understandably busy.
So we lose touch with those we made connections with so many years ago, who we considered to be close friends.
It’s a little disheartening because the older we get, the harder it is to make close friends. It becomes difficult to meet people since we see the same ones on a daily basis (usually coworkers). We get more set in our ways, and focused on what needs to get done that day.
I sometimes wonder if Matt and I left the area we live in now and moved to another state, would we remain close with the friends we have now? Or would they too slowly drift away and become just like so many, distant memories?
There are just about a handful who have, however, remained close. About three from my childhood days in Saudi Arabia and two from grad school.
I might not see them often or always talk to them, but they write or text back when I reach out to them. It’s a bond that can’t be broken quite as easily as others, which gives me some semblance of hope.
Because at the end of the day, what do we have in this life if we don’t have one another?
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.” – Orson Welles