estranged friends

The same faces keep coming back around. Is life a revolving door where we are meant to cross paths with those who we've known at some point? The change is evident, and the perception of that person is changed as well.

I think for a moment you see that person as they once were, and then you see who they are now. There's a fascination or a confusion there. Like, "who is this person?" I know that's how people view me.

Have you ever ran into someone from some point in the past and you're excited to see them and talk to them. A little reunion... You reminisce, catch up, see where things are, ask about others... You ever asked about someone and find out that they passed away? That's a sobering experience so to speak.

We live our lives in our world and our circles and these worlds and circles are all intertwined and overlapping with all these other beings. I'm not trying to be all existential right now, but it's like so much is happening outside of our little lives. How do we maintain a balance between our life and the world without being attached/detached?

Because I believe we all have purpose and I know that my life is meant to be a man for others. It's hard to feel that way when the universe moves at a pace that excludes you most of the time.