Reflection

I have been recently contemplating the philosophy that surrounds the word 'friendship'. I have noticed that my friends from years ago are not the same people they once were, and that I no longer am the same person I was either.

Having used to be incredibly sheltered for virtually all my school days, I am happy to say that my personality was probably one of an innocent, naive and rather hyper girl. I remember being happy that I was away from all the dark things I had heard of on the news and books which I had never even became indirectly known to. Of course, being shut in a cage for my own protection was not something I was totally happy with at the time, but looking back, I am extremely grateful for my upbringing. I have no idea what type of person (despite how deviated I have gone) I would have been if it was not for my parents and school.

Funny how you only realise it when time had stretched you away from your previous life, perhaps I would have been more appreciative and more willing to learn if I had know the true meaning of the style of my upbringing.

As to friends, I worry if the little sanctuary of happiness I have with them now will eventually dissipate to civil acquaintance. People change, I am very aware of that. I feel that everyone is dispersing to new stages in life and that the blissful times we once had won't ever be able to be achieved again.

*sigh* oh well.