So I’m moving all of my stuff out of my old place and I found my high school yearbook from senior year. I decide to read through all the notes people wrote in it since I haven’t seen it since then. As I read it I can’t help but feel a mix of happiness and regret because it’s filled with all these messages of friendship and how great of a person they thought I was and promises that we never kept to hang out sometime with phone numbers to keep in touch. I can’t help but feel like a fool for not realizing all the connections I made in high school that I never kept up with because I remember all I felt back then was that I had no “real” friends and looking through this I realize that I had plenty of friends just no real confidence in myself. Now that I’ve grown up I just want to reach out and almost apologize for being a shitty friend and make sure the friends I have now don’t become distant as I move on from college to what comes next. This all reminds me of something I saw on tv or Facebook which was ” I wish there was a way to know we are in the good old days before they’re gone.”
In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.