A Bittersweet End to a Household of Friends
I motion to the flight attendant: I’d like some more Hess, please. As I look towards her kind nod, the slumbering salesman beside me, I think about the year I’m leaving behind me. Like an orphan, I’ve been searching for someone that could see me and know who I am in a way I can’t; some perspective from the outside to reach in and reveal the things worth smiling for, cheering for. And I came across something unexpected and invaluable; real through the experience of feeling (and intangible like faith). But more like, finding good friends.
It’s never been easy to watch the friends I’ve built memories with have to leave. Despite the direction they may go and the ways in which I may change, I owe much to their warm presence and lingering voices. For helping to shape the woman I will become. Even by the loud hum inside the plane, I could hear the things we used to raise our glasses to. Could we have known we raised them for the simple sake that we met and that we got to share our lives with one another. Maybe I’ll have to write two research papers wasted again or I’ll find others that turn Ariel’s song into a vulgar rant of sexual frustration. But there is only one of each person in the world and I’m speechless that I found the one of each of them. With all this useless searching, it makes me feel awfully sentimental to say that I’ve found not what I was looking for, but what I needed right next to me.
this was the sweetest thing I have ever read! I am so happy we get to spend another year together! And we'll get that biotch Sunny to come over and party with us. Have fun in Korea, see you when you get back. (DON'T CROP ME!!)
it's really sad when friends really have to leave and go to the direction of their life and pursuing their goals. We just have to wish them luck and hope to see them again for sometime =)
First, Angela…since I have not yet given – …props for the functional and aesthetic beauty of your blog page! Visually, it is simple, warm, and inviting. The fonts, format, and functionability are all great, and the comment page is exemplary. Good job…!Regarding "A Bittersweet…" Exemplifying the shared ability of this world's most impressive artists, you have once more unknotted the raveling emotions of the minds of millions through that 'voice' that is distinctly your own. Your ability to self-reflect is perhaps what draws me most; though, that may merely fall in alignment with the fact that I constantly do the same. Yet what intrigues me most is your uncanny ability to take me somewhere in a moment's notice. At once, over a plastic cup (surely) of Hess (of which I am unfamiliar), and again, upon hearing the "loud hum inside the plane," I am instantly on that flight with you. By the end of the sentence, though, in the second case, you have teleported me to a celebration, at a bar, or a gala perhaps, and I can "hear" the smiles and raw laughter from you and your friends as you toast, glass to glass…I'm prone to enjoy all literature. But the way you give words life ("like an orphan") will remind even the busiest of bodies that we (mostly) are all in search of the same intangibles (like "things worth smiling for" and "faith"). I could go on and on; I do apologize! Great entry mtp
oh btw – the coolest thing about your writing is that this is the first piece I've read that gives me a sense of the author's (your) current age. Not that the other entries don't give clues if one was searching, and not that this piece seems at all juvenile -The fact that you are youthful and still in blossom, but surely ripe and wise beyond your years, allows your words to speak to all ages.Furthermore, were it not for your bio and pic, I might truly have no sure estimate of your years of experience, which i think is an excellent manifestation of your ability to harness, then share, the ever-changing emotions present in us all.Thank you.mtp
In our lives we meet many wonderful, and as the time comes when we must be parted from them, it all seems like one fleeting, beautiful moment come by in a flash. However, as it is with all things that come to pass it's not feeling sad over what is lost that should be our matter of course, rather we should remember back on all the wonderful things we've done with them over the years and know we are capable of that even more wonderful experiences with even more people. Nothing is more powerful for us than the moments of joy we spend with another and passing that same joy onto others we meet in the course of our life. I know your friends gave you much of that to give to others and I know you will give it in spades to anyone fortunate enough to befriend you wherever you may be. As you travel the path of life you've chosen may you always remember the strength friendship brings and let that strength flow through you as you face the various obstacles that will come your way.
another masterpiece!
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