The search for old friends
Mood:  not sure
Topic: Other stuff
For the past couple of days, I've been doggedly searching for old friends who have scattered, lost in the eddies of time. I ran across one, a Navy man that I graduated from high school with. I *may* have stumbled upon another, a Canadian graphic artist that I corresponded with for many years. I don't know yet - a contact I found to (hopefully) get him a message hasn't responded yet.

It's just too easy to get disconnected these days. One minute, you're chatting along, and then you have to sign off for the night. A day goes by, then another, and before you know it, it's been a month, or even a year and you haven't heard from your friend, and you haven't given them a jingle, either. Friends are so hard to come by, you'd think we would spend our time keeping these relationships going instead of taking them for granted and letting them dissolve into the smoke of memory.

I've just spent the afternoon reading over a five-inch thick pile of correspondence from my Canadian graphic artist friend, remembering how it made me feel to get a new letter in the mail from him. He told me of his troubles, I told him mine; we laughed, cried, and supported one another in our quest to become "an artist" in one form or another. Do we let these things go because they're only temporary by design? I don't want to think that's the case. I'd like to think that life just interferes, and we can't stop it from doing so. "I'll do it tomorrow" is just too easy to say, and too easy to stretch into more than tomorrow.

I hope I get a message back from that contact. I'd really like to reconnect with him, see what he's up to, tell him about myself, become friends again. I miss that.