Which son of a bitch is responsible for that quote? Take it back, please, I get it already.
Why is it that no matter how old I get, I don't seem to learn the lesson behind that damn cliche. Live like it's your last day on earth, love like you've never loved before, I've heard it all before. So why is it that I only truly find out how much I value a friendship until it is threatened by the reality of distance? Is that routed in human nature, or simply my own stubborn way of existence. I guess the fact that the words have become a cliche in the first place answers that question. Regardless, I should be smart enough to transcend the stereotype, or at least learn my lesson on the (insert *high* number here) time around.
But, alas, no, I find myself feeling a little melancholy, somewhat disappointed, and very regretful for being the fool who didn't make more time to spend with said person when I had the chance. I'm not one for excuses, and there are none to be made anyway. Either you get the job done or you don't, and in this case, I don't. The romantic in me says that it's never too late to make amends, so I'm going to cling to that instead of the bottle of my favorite Red Zin that threatens to envelop my conscious entirely if I decide to pour another glass. At least I'm the wiser (read: scared to see what thoughts will truly come out) in that regard...
Lesson for the day: Don't be too consumed with the insignificance's of the day to focus on the things that are really important to you.
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