Today, I received a lovely letter from a friend. Holding the piece of paper in my hands, seeing the gentle stroke of the pen across its service…I couldn’t help but smile. It was a special moment. Why? Because it shows that someone loves me, and are willing to take the time to make such a letter of friendship for me.
I know I ask this question a lot, but why don’t we write letters anymore? Yes, it’s hard with all the technology we have in our hands now. If we really needed to tell someone something, we’d just get on facebook, or e-mail them. Could this be the reason that sometimes I feel like my friendships don’t matter? Is it because we are only willing to give one-worded answers to each other, or a simple ‘like’ on a recent status? This shouldn’t be what friends are; friends have sssssooooo much more.
Alright, be prepared for a major Nerd Grace moment; but it’s coming to you all the same if you keep reading this! Anyways, I am almost finished with the 4th Harry Potter book; but a thought struck me today as I was reading a couple more chapters. There were a couple of times while I was reading those books that I would think, “Man, why do I love these stories so much? What makes them stand out to me, and so many other people out there in the world?” Well, I found one of the reasons for this today (and whether it relates to anyone else is up to them to decide). I believe that we see the friendships in those stories, and we secretly long for them. Even in the families, we see this too. We see how tight they are through thick and thin, how involved they are with each others lives. They share everything together; and even when they get mad, they find a way of getting around and coming back.
I have a few friendships that can be somehow put into those categories; the unfortunate thing about it, though, is that those friends don’t live near me. Instead, we are all facing different adventures in different places. When that happens, you kind of lose that touch. You don’t ignore them. You still keep in contact, but it’s just not the same. They’re not there with you to be your buddy that sticks by your side through everything. That is what I wish I had right now. I read those stories and think, “How come I can’t have that at college?”
Ah yes, college is just around the corner for me. In a manner of days, I’ll be heading back to that school again; and I wish I could be just as thrilled as everyone else. People keep telling me to be happy, but they’re not in my shoes. They don’t know what I feel, what I went through my freshman year. There is a part of me that is a bit excited about another new year; but what will that year bring? Will it be the same as before? In all honesty, I just want to get to do the things I love right NOW. I don’t want to take pointless classes just to get somewhere; and I most certainly don’t want to go through another year that has me bound in chains of solitude. I wish I had the close knit friends in school like so many others do; but I don’t. I have splendid people I know there, but not very many that I can just go and tell them anything, whatever is on my mind.
Let’s put it this way: growing up is hard, and being an adult hurts. However, adults don’t try to soothe that hurt; instead, they fuel the fire, saying that’s just life, and you live through it. Even someone I know said, in so many words, that we shouldn’t be striving to be happy. What? What a worthless life that would be! Yes, we’ll struggle; but I don’t see that as a means to avoid ever being happy, ever putting a smile on your face. How will I ever get to where I want to be?
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