(F)otography and Foreign Friends.

You know the age-old saying. "A picture's worth a thousand words."
Sidenote: If you know me, you know that I don't love (or at least don't love admitting that I love) cliché quotes... but this one rings true.

Today I went through a friend's photo album, and came across some pictures that I didn't even know existed. I can't even begin to describe how overwhelming it felt to see old memories and familiar faces again. Or... maybe I wouldn't describe them as familiar faces. The people in those pictures are actually somewhat foreign to me now. As sorry as it sounds, I have no idea of who these people are anymore, or what they've been up to. Ironically, at the time the camera shuttered to capture those moments, I knew exactly who they were, and I knew even the most trivial details of their lives. Old friends do become old strangers at one point or another.

I guess I'm just trying to say that I do miss a few people. It's not just people that I don't see anymore; there are some people I see pretty often, but I don't know. It's like trying to reconnect with someone but you can't, because in the process you run into a glass wall of estrangement that time has built. So as time continues to pass, the walls become tougher and almost impenetrable, and before you know it it's too late. There's no use in even trying to break them down. I can't blame time, though. I helped put those walls up myself.

I had been trying to run as far away from the past as fast as I could, but it's finally caught up with me. So far in this lifetime, I've only had two regrets.