Old Friends.

lately i've caught up with quite a few old friends.


the paths people take are mysterious - one never knows where the road may lead.
and indeed, some paths do cross as people journey together.

however, there will come a time when the paths diverge, and comrades have to bid each other farewell as their paths take them down their different ways.
though paths may not (or never) cross again, the memories still remain - the
footprints on the path of life.


and sometimes these paths meet again, not crossing; instead touching ever so slightly.

meeting old friends brings back many memories - of the folly of youth, the various adventures throughout schooling life and the many ups and downs that the journey had to offer.


though time may pass, and people often change - but memories don't. these footprints are where one can look back and remember what has happened; one cannot change them, but they do bring smiles to faces, and old friends can once again laugh and converse like they once did.


meeting old friends and dusting off the cobwebs, revisiting old haunts, reminiscing and talking - what more could one ask for?



blessings abound.