MIA

Part of me feels like I’ve been MIA from social media. I sit back and wonder what people are doing or what’s been going on but I haven’t actively tried to see it. I often wonder if people wonder the same about me too, I wonder if they ever think about me or wondered what happened. The other part of me knows that they aren’t. They’re all so caught up in their own lives that they wouldn’t take time out of their day to look me up and see what’s going on.

It’s just so weird being on social media and seeing all of the people that I went to high school with and seeing how their lives turned out. It blows my mind to think the people that I thought would be going to the big leagues or off at some big college for their talents are more or less no bodies now. I see people I went to high-school with getting in trouble for drugs either selling or doing or both and it’s those exact people that I would have expected to be shining. Of course there are others out living their life in college or those that went straight to working and I’m proud of them. I just can’t help but worry about the ones who are left behind. Those kids who peak in high school and live the rest of their life thinking their reputation will hold up. I mean, I’m talking about really talented and smart kids who more of less threw their life away. I guess I shouldn’t worry about them too much because they made their own decision and they’re happy about it. I should be happy for them.

I had a friend who currently lives in New York who did filmed a documentary for our senior year, elaborating on the fact that we won’t ever be together like this again and this is the last time we’ll all be like this again. Growing up, our class was very close. We grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone and everyone’s parents knew everyone else, etc etc. It’s just hard to process the fact that we all had these plans for ourselves. These aspirations. We had these ideas of other people and looking back it’s almost depressing how far some people haven’t come. I want to see the documentary now. I want to see it in 7 years when we have our 10 year reunion or 22 when we have our 25. I want everyone to see it. I want them to see themselves then and remember who they were and why they we’re going where they were and then think back to how they got to where they are. I hate reminiscing on the past. I don’t know why I do it.  I get such a nostalgic feeling when I think about my senior year. I was so bitter about a lot of things and I wish I wouldn’t have worried about half the things I did back then. Especially seeing how it’s played out for me now.

If you’re reading this and you’re still in high school just keep in mind; I know they say that your high school years are the best years of your life but you have a whole lifetime that you can take control of and make those years and every year after the best. Don’t be bitter. Don’t look too far ahead in the future. Don’t try to grow up so fast. Live in the present. There are some lessons that you’ll carry with you forever and half of them aren’t from teachers. Most of them are hard lessons to learn and they’re from the people who mean the most to you and it’s the people who mean the most to you that after high school you no longer see or hear from. So cherish the people you can and all of your classmates, even the quiet ones, because it’s true that you may not ever see the people the same.  

 

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  1. beetleypete says:

    Very true. It is rare that school friends remain friends throughout life. I am lucky to still have one or two who did.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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