I am alone. It’s a fact, but that’s all it is. It is neither a good or bad thing; it’s neither happy nor sad. It just is what it is.
Nostalgia is hard. It makes you feel all these good emotions; sad or happy. Sad feelings are good too, because that’s how you know you left something apart of you, something that was important.
Why do we miss things? Maybe it’s for ourselves, to realize that we were doing something right. That we had something that planted its roots deep within our hearts and souls. And that that’s how we know that we are living. Because if we’re not planting our roots or letting others get under our skin, then we are just skimming a surface and sliding past life’s important things. If we’re not making connections and leaving impressions then are we truly living?
Nothing lasts forever, and that goes for everything and everyone. But it’s our goal, our duty to make the time we have/had with the important people in our lives feel infinite. Even though we eventually forget, we have to try our best to remember until we can’t remember anymore, or until better memories come along.
“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
People move on. Life goes on. It’s up to us to choose which things we carry forward with us and which ones to leave behind.
We all move out eventually. Naturally, we don’t bring everything we had with us when we first moved in. Because during the course of living, we find great things that fit better in our lives.
Just like being alone, that is a fact. It’s neither a good or bad things. It just is what it is. And that’s something we have to eventually be okay with.



