Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Family-Friends


There was something strong about this particular music that randomly played, immediately bringing back a string of bittersweet memories of my life all these years. And how better emphasized in the rare companionship of my childhood best-friend and sister in a road-trip; it totally killed me. Or rather it was a simple yet profound reminder of OUR friendship running from since we were kids to adults at the prime of our lives. Maybe most who grew up in the 90’s can relate to my words: the song ‘Graduation’ by Vitamin C. Listen to it right now as I elaborate. There is something powerful about the song that immediately grabs you and throws you back in time. “And so we talked about the rest of our lives, where we are going to be when we turn 25..” Yup, finally we ARE 25 and we catch ourselves listening to the very song that used to define our childhood meaning of BFFs. Only tears can express the emotions you feel because you agree with every single word in the song… “can we survive it out there, can we make it somehow?” Yes, we did make it somehow and we are still together like nothing happened, and we promise to be friends forever. That moment made the trip so satisfying and fulfilling. Thank you to my childhood bestie and sister who can make me feel like I am still the same sister and friend that they love, despite the circumstances of our different lives.
“And if you got something you need to say, you better say it right now cause you don’t have another day” –Graduation Vit C
If you suddenly remember an old friend that you hardly keep in touch with, it is not accidental or a coincidence, it is fated. So take a second of your busy life to send a quick ‘Hi’ through any of the various forms of communications we have now. You never know what it could mean to the friend at that instant. Mostly, you do not want to regret that you never reached out when it becomes too late.
Cheers to ‘family’ and ‘friends’ when the two become interchangeable in your life. 

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