I never allowed my acquaintances to get too close, and even my friends know very little of me. It is intentional, and I will likely remain this way, as I feel no need to burden others with this nonsense that plagues me. Even you do not have to read this, it is simply a choice of yours.

With that said, the friends I have spent the most time with, I know the least. They are interred at a nearby cemetery, and we have never met.  This cemetery is a beautiful place, the land having been carved by glaciers thousands of years ago. Today, more people are buried there than live in the city, and I have made it my goal to visit every stone. I believe I have, some more than others. I do it because I think it is a terrible thing to be forgotten, and as long as I walk among the stones someone is visiting each of those graves. Maybe it is meaningless, but to me…it is one of the few things that keeps me in the right place.

It is a constant, which is something I need because everything else changes so severely for me. Those people will be within those wrought iron gates for as long as I live. What they provide for me they’ll never know, but should I need them, they will be there.

What a truly fantastic life this is, a vapor trail that fades so quickly it leaves us wondering if we even lived at all. Whether we live or not is up to us, but death is certain.

 

If you have someone in your life than can provide that constant for you, I recommend not taking advantage, nor take for granted, because a living person like that can give you everything. As hard as I work and as far as I search, I will never have it.