People you know

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Hi Friends!!! I am back with another blog. I hope you all are doing well. So, today let's talk about a trait of people that is often heart-breaking. 

I have loved making new friends, since I was a child. However, I am a bit introverted, so I don't make new pals very often. Yet, getting to know someone is always enjoyable. But that's where the question arises. Can you ever truly "get to know" someone?

From my past experiences, I have learned one thing for sure, and that is the fact that people change all too often. To quote "People can go from people you know to people you don't." A friendship built from years of love and trust turns to dust because the other person changed, and it won't be the same anymore. All the memories we made are just that... memories of a friendship that ended for no good reason. 

This scenario is one that I have experienced multiple times, and each time it leaves me heartbroken, so much so that I sometimes question, "Did they change? Or did I simply never know who they were in the first place?" I have seen people changing personalities so many times that I begin to wonder if true friendship still exists. 

Seeing people change isn't what hurts. What hurts is the memories and remembering how they used to be. At times, you fall in love not with a person, but with their vibes, their talks, and their actions. But then they change, and it hurts to know that after all the time you spent with them they just left you.

With time, I came to terms with the fact that time can change anything and everything. But, I still wish for things to go differently. Because you might have changed, and it may be good for you, but it may have hurt someone close to you. I have lost many friendships to such changes in people. 

Now, I have realized that changes are a necessary part of life. Often these changes are good for us. However, changes are not always good, and besides, some friends are too precious to loose. So, now I wish to rebuild some friendships. However, I cannot do it alone. I need cooperation and your assistance to do so. All I ask of you is to extend a hand of friendship to both old friends and new people. We need old friends to help us grow old and new friends to help us stay young. 

Reach out to the people around you, For all we know, a friend may be waiting behind a stranger's mask. Keep making friends. New friends are like new adventures. You never know what lessons they will teach you.

Feeling inspired? Well, what are you waiting for? 

Life is too short. Call up that friend you have not spoken to for months! Maybe it is time to make amends. For life is precious and the people close to us are priceless. Don't let the pain of the past stop you from building a beautiful future.

That's all from my side. See you in the next blog, Until then take care and keep exploring.

Bye!!!


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