Life’s pretty crazy. The way an idea can pop into your head, rustle up old memories and emotions, settle down then just as you’re getting back into the swing of things slam, life hits you in the face strong and hard.
Over the past week or so I’ve been thinking a lot of things past. I can’t put this sudden turn of sentimentally down to anything in particular but I’ve been remembering old friends; some I still keep in touch with, others I only rarely bump into and others still I haven’t seen in a decade or more. I’ve been thinking of films and tv shows from my teens and twenties, books I haven’t read in a long time due for a re-read and even old clothes I used to wear.
Then I get sinking news about one old friend and dreadful news about another in the same day, the type of news that makes you want to grab each and every friend and relative you have, hold on tight and never let go.
So maybe that burst of sentimentality was my brain’s subtle way of telling me to catch up with my friends and cherish them, to make the time to see them instead of getting around to it one day. And with the other stuff, to slow down and enjoy the simple pleasures like reading a book or watching an old film I haven’t seen in a while. I’m usually so busy filling my head with new things I sometimes forget how nice and fulfilling the old ones are.