Happy birthday, Vincent van Gogh (March 30, 1853—July 29, 1890)
"I hope to depart in no other way than looking back with love and wistfulness and thinking, oh paintings that I would have made."
I sincerely miss having a lot of friends around. I look back and realize my part in the demise of some of what used to be close friendships. It’s disheartening to think that in the prime of your life, when you have the most dear friends around you, is also the time in your life where you make the most mistakes. My younger years were a time of serious growth for me and I am much more mature and stronger for it…but at the expensive of some dear fiends. Now that I am in my mid-twenties…holy crap…I can’t believe I’m at that point. But now that I am, I am much more capable of being a good friend, lover, daughter, and person. Though now that I am out of college and in the real world, I have to say it is extremely difficult to make friends. You have work acquaintances and people you know at yoga, but none of them are true friends. I am down to two good friends and this saddens me greatly. I just hope that the future is bright and that I can meet like-minded people that I can relate to…people that I can be a quality friend to. Word of the wise…keep your mouth closed and your arms wide open.