“The journey is yours, but the memories are always shared.”
–some famous person
I like people. I really do – some people more than others.
When I turn 60 and look back at my life, I think there will only be a handful of people I truly remember. Who are they? They are my people.
People say we’re born alone and we die alone. But somewhere along the way, we meet people who make the journey a little more liveable. Sometimes they teach us something that quietly changes the way our life works. Some people take a lifetime to know, while with others, you imagine a lifetime in the first ten minutes. You meet them and just know –
“Yeah… I think we’re going to know each other even when we’re 60.”
It’s crazy like that.
Life is a long journey, and we meet so many people along the way. Some become more important than others. Some we feel obligated to – family, for instance – because they gave us so much of their lives before we even knew what life was.
At the end of the day, it’s people who make life liveable. Enjoyable. Worth staying for.
So yeah – thank you, people.
Memories are what we really carry, and we only ever make them with people. It hurts that sometimes we have to part ways – not because we want to, but because life decides for us. Some choices are made long before we’re born. I’ve had people like that in my life, and it breaks my heart every time I have to let them go.
But the way I see it – even if we part – the memories don’t. If anything, they make the bond more sacred. It’s never the big things; it’s always the little ones. Those don’t fade. That’s life.
So what am I trying to say? Nothing, really.
Just this: cherish your people. Be present. Make small, silly, meaningful memories. Don’t overthink the future, and don’t hold back because of fear.
We may start this journey alone and end it alone – but it’s the people we walk with in between that make it special. And somehow, in the end, it all turns out okay. For the greater good. Cheers!
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