Drop off Point

I’ve always have this imaginary tie with my friends. It’s like a deeper connection of what it actually is. I’ve thought of them as suddenly appearing from nowhere and we’ll instantly have this catch-up session. Sometimes, I see us as ‘being there’ but not actually.

Last weekend, I thought about how everything had changed. It has been 3,4, 5 years since the last complete cast of the photographs are around and time slipped so fast that we are no longer the same people we are. Some of us have flown away and some are have cut communication line. Are we really doomed to experience such warmth only to break it apart?

All of the sudden, One Direction’s History played over my headphone and the flashbacks gush forth uncontrollably. I remember the young days when all I’ve do is to hang-out with my friends at the local internet shop or billiards pool. I remember spending late afternoons at my closest friend’s house until my parents would look after me. I remember studying at the library with my classmates at the University or eating lunch together at the nearest cafeteria.

Then those days of raging youthfulness knock at my memory. I remember all of them. The drinking session which lead to a dead bad habit. I remember the hard core laughs, teasing, and out-of-town escapades. I remember the petty quarrels and moment of camaraderie. I remember waking up with bottles of alcohol and those buddies who failed to go home.

I remember my office-mates and our limitless adventure. I recall every grain of those happy and stressful days during busy seasons. I remember every special moment we have shared and those memories only us can recreate.

But all those days are gone. We could no longer recreate them. We could no longer go backward and remain the same people we are. Yesterdays are nothing but images and can never be relived. I miss all of those and sometimes I wish I could have that chance to relive the best one even for a day but of course that’s not possible.

Now that we are apart, it felt like you have to go down at some drop off point. Some probably left first while others stayed for awhile; but everyone leaves. No one could stay in the bus for good as it is meant only to transport us to our destination.

Now that I have seen how much time has gone by, I realized I should not get stuck with the memories. Although I keep on moving forward, it still felt like I am still on that bus imagining all my comrades besides me. And because I have enjoyed fantasizing our good old days, I forgot my destination and continued with the directionless journey.

I think I need to know where I am heading and go down at that drop-off point regardless of who’s there or not. We take our journey with people but it doesn’t mean we will end it up with them. I am happy to see my good friends find there life and I would always long to see and be with them. But our time is up, and we need to embrace our individual life, culture it, and attain its utmost realization.

I’ll be waving my hand to the good friends who left the bus at their drop-off point and hoping they are happy wherever they are. Only time and circumstances can tell if we are meant to see each other but whatever our future holds, all of them will always be on my thoughts.