When I am asked about "people in my life" all I can do is sigh. I know a lot of people, but there are less than a few actually active in my life. Those who have passed, have passed, and I think of them when a memory is triggered. Those who are still alive I hold dear but none of them are people who I spend time with. The lack of intimacy in my life never ceases to amaze me. It doesn't make sense.
When I am asked about "people in my life" all I can do is sigh. I know a lot of people, but there are less than a few actually active in my life. Those who have passed, have passed, and I think of them when a memory is triggered. Those who are still alive I hold dear but none of them are people who I spend time with. The lack of intimacy in my life never ceases to amaze me. It doesn't make sense.