The hardest thing about getting older is growing farther apart from those I care about. Yes, there is added stress and responsibility, which are very tasking on one physically and psychologically, but growing apart is and has had more of an impact than all other things. Perhaps it is my ill ability to simply accept that that is the way things are going to occur and be satisfied with it. Accepting that would make things a hell of a lot easier, that is true, but it is something I do not seem to be capable of doing.
It can also be looked upon as though I brought it upon myself by moving away from home to pursue an education and in thinking this, I often ponder if I have made a mistake. It was not an easy decision to make and was very scary, for a variety of reasons. However, it has been an enduring growing experience and although if given the chance I may have passed on the opportunity to have some of these experiences, I hope they were necessary and will be a benefit in the long run.
What it comes down to is this: I should be grateful that I have been fortunate to have such wonderful people be in my life, cherish those memories, and not be sad or disappointed that future moments of time spent together do not occur. Energy in these areas only subtracts from that in the present and what can occur there and in the future.
Perhaps one day I will be able to listen to my own advice.
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