When I was a kid one of the first songs I was thrilled with when I became capable of remembering all the lyrics to went like so:
Make new friends but keep the old, one is silver and the other's gold.
C and A (golds) nod and then C says, "Because you were here to hang out with your old friends and you ended up hanging out with all new friends while you were here". He smiles wise and takes a sip of his beer and I smile back as C's gentle wisdom has been really comforting to me this past week as he has hosted me up here in the hills of Chattanooga. And he was right. I was making new friends with old acquaintances, getting to know them better. Expanding my human conceptual framework with the input of other's philosophies and perspectives on and in this world. And with my return to New York City after a brief winter time Southern sojourn, the trend has continued for the most part. Placing myself in situations interacting with people I would not had normally and in turn creating new connections and relationships for myself here in this city. The advice here is not "get out there!" because fuck that, "stay in here!" if you wish. But rather know that nothing is definitive and remember that this life is fluid. That new life can be breathed into anything, even what you once thought you had tired of or was dead.