I saw a piece on adulting and making friends…
My oh my, how fast time passes. I remember when I was a kid, and the only thing I had to worry about was if I would be given my daily #50 for sweets. What I’d give to go back to that.
The piece on adulting I saw was about making friends. We tend to have billions of friends when we’re kids, and then barely have ten when we’re adults. Now that we’re adults, many of us don’t make friends anymore. What we have are coworkers, classmates, colleagues, and so on.
We could break ten peoples’ hearts in secondary school, and then a breakup at 25 seems like the end of the world. Funny isn’t it?
This example just helps to expatiate my point. Do we see relationships as more important the more we grow up, or does it just genuinely get harder to make friends? If it’s the latter, then you would agree that most friendships we make in our childhoods are to be cherished.
So, stop ignoring that long-lost friend because they’re not keeping up. They probably have things to do too. Instead, work through it, because you’re all you have anyway.