Welcome to My Two Cent’s

So here is a situation for you guys to think of. You are home after a night out. It was fun, but it was nothing compared to the time you had a few weeks ago. You have nothing to do because school doesn’t start for a few more weeks. IT is late, but you still can’t get the images out of your head of the time you had when you were at summer camp.

See, you met some of the greatest people God put on this Earth. You had fun with this kliq (clique), stayed out late partying, had your “spot” to call your own, and basically spent the best part of a week with them. You created some of those “moments” that I talked about last time. You know, those moments that will last a lifetime.

You had such a good time that you said you would keep in touch with them. This usually happens on the last night of camp. You exchange email addresses, phone numbers, some hugs, and a kiss goodbye if you met someone you had feelings for. You have one last memory with your kliq (clique).

SO now you are back in your room, after a night out, reminiscing about the times that you had. You talk to them when you can. You say stuff like “I miss all of you” and “we have to meet up sometime when we get older.” You have every intention of doing this. The only problem is that you are spread out of the country. From Cali to Chi-town, the Big Apple to Seattle, and from the state where everything is bigger to the state where everyone gets lei’d, you all have gone back home.

Not just that, you have also gone back to your normal lives. Your friends, family, ‘hood, work (if you have a job), and everything else that makes home “home” is back. However, you feel like you are missing something. You would give anything to have just one last night with your kliq (clique). One last chance for partying, hanging out, going to your “spot,” bonding, doing things that you will never do again…

You would give anything for that one last chance of making one last “moment.”

So where does this leave us? I mean we all go through this. All the love, hate, joy, sorrow, anger, calmness, urges, despair, and every other emotion you can think of. Yet’ we can’t do anything about it. Not now, anyways. We can try to talk to them. It’s probably easier with the technological revolution going on, but that can only do so much. You can only send so many emails, text messages, IMs, phone calls, etc.

Then you realize that all that is left is moments. The times that made you feel on top of the world. They have all faded away. Hope is gone.

You grew up. You changed from when you first started this endeavor. You realized that, in the middle of your roller coaster of emotions, life goes on…

At this point, we do the only thing that we can do.

We let go. As painful as it is, we have no choice. It just happens. We move on. We wake up the next day to go back to our lives. The memories become moments. The moments become a part of our legacy. Gone, but not forgotten.

When all you got to keep is strong, move along; move along like I know you do. And even when your hope is gone, move along; move along just to make it through (all American rejects)

A few months pass. And you are with your friends. You guys aren’t doing much; just listening to the radio. All of a sudden, a song comes on. To everyone else, it is just another song that is probably been played on z100 a few times. However, it has a special meaning for you.

It brings back the memories. The moments, the fun, the joy, the pain, the sorrow… IT does so; just for a moment. Then that gets replaced by something else. It gets replaced by the knowledge of friendship. The facts that you have something that you know a group of people can look back on and share a common knowledge. You have a common joy. Most importantly, you share common feeling that, for one moment, you were on top of the world.

A smile goes on your face. Then something happens. Your friend asks you something. Reality comes back. And the memory fades away…

One more thing: I don’t have all the answers. But I do have MY TWO CENTS.

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