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| Hannah and Iris being cute on an art excursion to MCA. So much love for these two munchkins :^) |
If there's something I know about friendships, it's that they rely on time.
The time you take to send a quick message or call, and ask about their day.
The time you take to have those spontaneous conversations that take you from cats and homework to clouds and galaxies.
The time spent together that fills you will so much warmth that you're overflowing with the electricity of love.
Time.
The glass of time that always seems full, never fails to make room for a few drops of friendship.
Personally, happiness is not something I necessarily find within myself, but rather within the people I surround myself with, and the places that not only exude comfort, but also excitement. Filling you with positivity from head to toe, you feel brighter and more colourful than strings of christmas lights.
And honestly, without the daily doses of irrelevant chatter and giggling at inside jokes, it's hard to stay grounded (although, adorable cat videos are almost just as good).
But what I'm trying to say is, friendships, old and new alike, can wear and become fragile if nothing is done.
Nothing, as in no time, no words, no second thoughts, no nothing is put into stopping those cracks from appearing.
And although time and conversation may seem like a huge effort at the time, and you really "don't have anything to talk about anymore", it doesn't hurt to take a second to text a sentence or two.
How have you been?
Do you remember that time we...
Because believe me, a friend within reach to keep that chin up and smile glowing, is better than one already having inadvertently slipped away.
Slipping, drifting, floating, holding onto a tether of weekly one word responses.
It gets awkward... but it shouldn't.
Group chats turn silent and you begin to wonder whether saying hi as you walk past is weird. And when eyes are averted and a simple wave suffices, it hurts.
You feel an uneasy mixture of regret and disappointment, but for the most part, a series of thoughts on what could have been often runs through your mind.
The gap between messages turns from minutes to months. But how?
How does an ocean of conversation, words, moments to reminiscence, whirl down a drain so fast that even the only ones that cling on seem to mean nothing.
Hey what's up?
Not much
Cool
But it's not cool. And what's up? Doing something about it?
By all means, don't start to force it all, but just be aware that time can slip through fingertips like grains of sand.
And even if it feels like it's too late, brush off the sand, and use those fingertips to dial a call.
Or organise to meet up.
Because the years of memories are worth the time.
Friends are friends, maybe not for forever, but for as long as you allow them to last.
Don't let negligence change that.
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A shot of my sisters on our rainy boat-trip last Christmas. It was wet, freezing and we didn't catch any fish, but we sure as hell made a bunch of rad memories.
I also have this re-occuring nightmare of us three sisters drifting apart as we grow older... But don't worry, I'll make both of em stick by me even if I become that annoyingly nosy aunt |
