I went for a late dinner with some old friends last night and what a great night. Almost felt like a teeny tiny re-charge. Just talking out our life concerns, wishes, hopes and confusions over amazing food felt like I had my battery re-charged. We covered so many topics and had each other hanging on our own words. Each one of us had a chance to tell their current story and yet as different as the stories were, they somehow bridged the time we had missed in each others lives. The three of us have very different lives and lifestyles but we managed to take the time to get together and pump each other up a bit. Just a little poem-
The conversations are sometimes muddled,
For we all speak in excitement.
Desperately trying to learn each other again in the short time spent.
Real friendships almost never have an end.
Well, that’s the fresh perspective… Until we meet again.