Spirits of the past

I think it is really sad how we get close to people only to separate from them later on. We get into arguments, find it hard to understand each other, our life roads diverge - and there, we never see or talk to the person ever again.

Ok, there are betrayals and there are cases when you don't see the real face of the person right away. And yes, of course there are those situations, when you just get bored with each other. But what about the rest? What if you stop talking to someone, but you really miss them? You get hurt, you get angry, but if even months after that you still miss their friendship, why do you have to keep forcing the isolation on yourself?

I do not see why relationships with other people have to be in black and white: either we get along most of the time or we should just stop communicating as a whole. What if there is this gray middle: we don't get along quite often, but we feel sad and lost when separated?

You cannot bend all your relationships to follow one law, just like you cannot grow all plants with the same amount of water and sun: there are sunflowers and then there are mosses, there are cacti and then there are water lilies. Maybe with some people we are just like cacti and water: we dry out without them and we deteriorate in the excess of their presence.

Good deed

On one of the days last week I had an unpleasant conversation with one of the group project teammates and afterwards was quite irritated. Later I rushed across the campus to the library with a bunch of things in my hands. I read my emails on the laptop and there were some disappointing news there as well. I looked for my weekly planner to write in some meeting, but the planner was nowhere to be found. I clearly remembered that I carried it in my hands on the way to library. Awh, the day was not going well. I ran along the whole path that I took when the planner was in my hands, but there was no sight of it anywhere. All the friends' birthday dates, all the projects due dates, all the exam times, some of the contact information - it was all gone.

I returned to the library quite upset and sad. Some time later, when I was working on the project, I got a text message on my phone: "Your planner is in *** on a desk in the back of the room". I sent a "thank you" reply and rushed to the specified room. 40 minutes of waiting until the class finishes in the room and trum-pum-pum - I got my planner back! There are good people in this world, I was sure. I texted my savior and offered to buy a cup of coffee to express my gratitude. No, we didn't fall in love and lived happily ever after :) Instead, we had a wonderful conversation over coffee and then I walked home with a warm feeling: there are good people in this world and they will help if you are in trouble. If you know this, then nothing will scare you. Well, almost nothing.