i recently got visited by my old friend of mine, on the 4th of July weekend, with her wonderful husband and two adorable kids. friendship that started when we're sixteen, freshman in college... when the age of innocence and naive laughter are the sole air that soars around.
in life, we continue to meet friends along the journey, may it be at work or community we live but what i love about the company of an old friends is they see the person i was in the past and a person i am now and still the acceptance and a comfortable company are there. no pretension, no trying to be cool nor act smart, no competition and most of all the sound of old laughter and familiar humor just reminds me of the almost forgotten past, the kind of me in the past... how simple life was and how grounded we were.
a simple talk is enough to comfort the gloomy and fickle hormones that constitute women ... what is better than reminiscing the past that blissfully make us young and insouciant again.
the other night my friend and i were talking and she just reminded me how shallow we were in terms of being happy... for as long as we laugh it was enough!
life gets complicated as we age. having a friend to share the best moments in the past is a driving factor to look back the simple me then and be reminded that i love that kind of me better.
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