Lately, various people from my past lives have been resurfacing into the present. Reconnecting with someone means you're suddenly faced with the impossible task of summarizing your experiences since the two of you last spoke. What's even stranger is to see someone out of context; there's a correlation between certain faces and certain surroundings, and when things get a little mixed together, time and distance get a bit lost and your brain can't quite compute.
Throughout my twenties, I've generally picked up every 2-3 years and started anew - because of this, I have pockets of friends in various cities who are all somewhat symbolic of different stages of my life. I know everybody has friends from different periods of life, but I think when you move around a lot, the distinction between your groups of friends and your relationship with them is much clearer. What has really rocked my world is having certain people from all stages of my life resurface NOW of all times, considering the recent madness, as I'm trying to piece Amanda back together again.
I was reunited with an old friend from a previous life last night and nearly burst into tears as there was this sudden, beautiful rush of familiarity - not just in seeing him, but in remembering who I was and where I was when he was a constant in my life. It was amazing. I want to bottle that feeling and store it on a shelf.
Little things like that have been helping me to, slowly but surely, get back to feeling like myself again - or the better version of myself, that is. Friends are good like that - especially those who know you in ways that nobody you meet today or tomorrow will quite grasp. They've seen you change in some ways and stay the same in others. There's power in that. And sometimes there's nothing they even need to do to help you to get a grip on yourself again- just being there as a sort of "souvenir" for where you've been is enough.
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