Isn’t it crazy that you could be in two completely different places in just one day?
I think sometimes we may lose track of ourselves. Forget who we are or where we’re going or who we want to be. I’m not sure we even notice half the time. All of a sudden it hits you and you make your way back and start all over again. I guess that’s life, isn’t it? Its strange to think about and I’m not sure that I’m even making sense right now.
I have these brief moments of clarity. These moments when I think I’ve finally learned my lesson. Then a little bit of time passes and I realize I still have so much to learn. And that’s okay. I’m living and I’m doing the best I can. Life is winding. Constantly twisting and turning. Changing. Me. I’m changing. But I’m still me. Still the same person. But changed. Does that make sense?
I went to Philadelphia with some really good friends of mine that I haven’t been as close to as I was in the past. Being with them, it just clicked again. Almost as if no time had even passed. Like nothing in our lives had changed, when in reality, so much has changed. But we were all still ourselves. Different but the same. And we were together. That’s the important part. We were together.
It was a spur of the moment trip — for me at least. A perfect adventure. It was completely unexpected and I’m still kind of surprised it happened. I’m so grateful for it. I have a pretty spectacular life that I should always appreciate.
The trip was quite the memory. In the morning I was in Buffalo, but by about 2:30 or so, I was in Philadelphia. Two different worlds filled with two different sets of people. But for that day (and the next, technically) I was in both. I don’t know why it strikes me as so crazy. Why its so hard to comprehend that a world exists outside my own. Its kind of beautiful the way the world works. People are beautiful, too.
Life is beautiful.