Music is a very powerful thing. It can instantly take you back to a time and/or place. Yesterday I posted on Facebook that I was listening to Alice in Chains (AIC). They happen to be one of my favorite bands. Back in 1994 they released an EP called Jar of Flies. On that EP is a single called No Excuses.
Back in High School I had a best friend. He was a year younger and a grade behind me. My senior year if I wasn't in class or out golfing I was hanging out with him. We did everything together. We were so in-tune that we even had the same car, just different colors.
We recorded music.
We climbed rocks.
We raced our cars.
We played games.
We even got picked up by the police together.
He was the one person I could always count on.
Our friendship ended shortly after I graduated. The fault was mine. It ended over, of all things, a girl. That girl eventually became my wife and we've been married 18 years now. Since that time though, I've never had a better friend. When I heard No Excuses for the first time a few years later I instantly thought of my lost friendship. It has since become (and forever will be) my favorite song.
I know I have a great life now and wouldn't trade it for all of world but... I like listening to my iPod, being transported to different times and wondering how the lost people of my past are doing. I still miss my best friend.
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Time moves on.
As I was cruising the freeway of my life as it is now I was unexpectedly detoured by a text message from a girl I dated nearly 20 years ago. It was simply a web address of a blog and as my curiosity led me to investigate I found a post from an old friend of mine. To explain more, my friend had the unfortunate choice 20 years ago of ending our friendship to be with the girl he had fallen for or letting love pass him by. He chose love. On his blog I read a post about our friendship and what it had meant to him. It was bittersweet like most memories of lost relationships are. I kept reading through his other posts as if peaking through an open window observing someone else’s life. Blogs are odd that way.
And the reality is this, my friend’s choices and life experiences seem to have taken him down a road far different then the one I have traveled on. When I read his views on religion, politics, even life in general we just seem to be in completely different places today. Sometimes the good old memories are best left alone then trying to create new ones which turn out less enjoyable. I fear this as a possibility with how differently we see things today.
I truly wish him well and will continue to observe his life through the open window of his blog. You're my friend I will defend and if we change well I love you anyway.
Take care old friend…
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