Someone I have known for a long time.
That person stopped by the other day.
In the wake of a life lacking what is aspired for, he lives unhappily. Each step I saw taken was not forward, it was in depressed roundabout.
The pomp and circumstance of reuniting with old friends escaped him, and his visit was short, only commited due to a certain necessity on his behalf.
He spent no time speaking of anything that friends or even acquaintances would. Even small talk would eclipse his uncertain and devastated words.
For the cat, he spent no time. And the cat in turn stuck to my side, seeming to know who did him more honor.
We shan't pretend that his position in the matter is due to hatred, or any other affliction. It is due to a pure lack of character.
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Anyway, near the library I saw a friend that I made last summer. He also rides BMX, and we met at a certain spot. He asked me if I wanted to go to a nearby park (which wasn't so nearby, it took forever to get there!)
When I ran into him again by chance it seemed like we were much better acquainted than that 'friend' which I have known for more than a decade, even though I barely know this guy!
That's something that comes with BMX, instant friendship with those who also share your passion.
When I think of my old friend's world, it seems so confused and fake.
When I think of my own world, I can respect myself for always returning to what I believe in.
To be able to be myself no matter what.
I am glad.
