Yesterday we went to a get together with a group of couples I used to see quite frequently many years ago because of shared friendships but have not seen in a few years. I realized that of some of them that I really don’t like them at all and wish to not see them ever again… which made me think about whether or not they were ever really friends and the nature itself of friendship, which in today’s world has a much looser feel about it.

The other half of the equation is as we ourselves grow, or at least it’s how I feel, our inner and outer self becomes much more harmonized and with it a gift of tremendous indifference about what other people think of me, most certainly people I don’t have any affection for. Maybe it is also that as I change with time I have no interest in going back to relive past days… always go forward, never back.