As the number of our years increased, number of people in our lives decreases...
I remember celebrating my birthday, full house... from friends, colleagues, high school and college classmates, friends of friends and friends of friends of friends.
Those were the days when strangers come over not to celebrate but to drink with other friends. When you just walk with bottle beer, checking on each group of people if they were enjoying... Party normally ends the following day.
As I think of it... yes, indeed those were the happy days.
And as I try to recall one or two of my "happy birthday celebration" and try remember the different faces who were there; it seems that most of them were just part of my past. Very few are still on my present...
People come and go. That is something that I learned from my mentor while I was still in broadcasting network.
But through the years, I learned that:
You can choose the people who will stay in your life and those that you will let go...
Being friends is not about being together everyday; even if you talk to a certain people daily, it doesn't mean that you are friends... and not talking or chatting everyday doesn't means you were no longer friends.
No time nor distance can separate real friends.
