Branch Light

My Evil Looking Dog

Life

When older, how will you refer to your youth? What will be the tone of your voice when you describe the way you were raised to your own children? Will you speak of the privileges you had that you never took for granted? What about the sacrifices your parents made that you never showed appreciation for? Will you tell them how naive you were and how it took you years to see the truth? Or will you mention how it was once you against the world and with maturity you learned how to accept people's love? Maybe you will give them comfort when you share with them that your were as lost and confused as they are now. Don't forget to tell them that it will get better. Because it did get better right? There is a magic promise the universe makes with us that it will always get better. Or so we tell ourselves. We may not be older yet, but one day, we are going to be expected to summarize our youth in the advice we give to the future youth. How will you describe yours?

New Friend

What is a friend? I tend to think of a friend as someone who I can relax with, have fun with. Simply, someone who brings me happiness. If so, then I have friends in almost everyone I know. What troubles me is, if I have plenty of friends, why do I feel alone? Why is it that when I am upset, I can't find myself comfortable enough to confide in any of these friends? Shouldn't a friend be someone who can comfort me? Or at least someone I can find comfort in? I can't help but feel alone often; even frequently. So I wonder, is this what growing up is? With age, is loneliness a new but permanent friend? I suppose everyone eventually reaches this point of maturity where a truth is uncovered; that everyone has troubles. This point is where the previous selfishness of our youth is exposed. Our once constant need to share our problems and pain with our friends is gone. I am not speaking rhetorically. I really do wonder if this is part of becoming an adult. I want to understand my loneliness. I want to know if I should learn to love this friend. But most of all, I need to understand how I, someone with many kind people to help share my life with, can cry many loud tears that no one will ever hear.