I’ve read, or mostly read, A Visit From the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan for two classes. And I’ll admit that I haven’t actually finished the book. Each time I read it, I got a little bit farther. I intend on finishing it one day. Hopefully this summer on my crusade to read one book a week.
One thing I did learn from that book, is that time slips away from you. Life moves so fast. And people change in the blink of an eye.
Things have changed a lot in the two years since my move to New Hampshire. If I told my 23-year-old self that I would only be friends to one person in that photo, well, I’m sure back then I would make a guess and be entirely wrong about who that friend was.
I could tell myself that one of us is getting married, two of us are in school or about to start grad-school, and one of us is working (at least as far as I know).
In the two years since I’ve moved, I’ve only kept in contact with one of those people. Sure, our letters are few and far between, but I cherish them.
I’ve changed a lot in two years. I distanced myself from friends that were unhealthy for my 23-year-old self.
Maybe the way I ended things was extreme. I didn’t just burn bridges, I decided to blow them up. And while to some that is probably a questionable action, it was probably going to be the only way I’d learn.
My motto has been “Go big, or go home.” I suppose I’ve chosen to take that to the extreme.
There have been amazing people that have come into my life. They’ve all wandered in at the right time.
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players:
they have their exits and their entrances;
and one man in his time plays many parts,
his acts being seven ages.”
–As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII.
I’ve always believed in this quote ever since I read it in high school. And its true. People wander into your life and stay for the lesson you needed to learn from them. Sometimes they’ll continue to linger, but other times they’ll join the audience and continue to watch the play of your life, or they’ll take their leave well before the final bow.
We all serve a purpose in the lives of others. Sometimes it depends on if we’re able to recognize what that is – rarely do we know that answer.