Hey, it's been a while since I post something in my own blog.
So here we go.
I'm on my way to my home, when a song played from my Ipod.
The song is "Sebuah Kisah Klasik Untuk Masa Depan"
It brings my memory back to 7 years ago.
Where I'm still in Senior High School and we are on one week trip to Bali.
At that time, this song together with "Sahabat Sejati" by the same band "Sheila On 7" was very popular.
We sing this song all the way from Jakarta to Bali and afterward. It was one of the most crazy trip I have ever experienced back then.
At that time I have like 5-7 best friends, and I believe that we would grow up together, walking the same path of life together and so on.
Little did I know that I myself started to walk the different path.
And through time, the numbers drop, from 7 to 4, to 2 and to 1.
Last week on a wedding party, I meet like 5 of them, and it just feel different.
You know why it feel different?
Because throughout these 7 years I've push my self over the limit, taking side roads, taking curvy roads of knowledge, I fall, I hurt, I challenged my mind over and over, I change my attitude, my perceptions, my reality, found my self new friends who help me and walk together until now, and of course that makes me a completely different person from 7 years ago.
Before that night, I have this feeling, that most of my high school best friends will stay the same they were before, they will not change at all. And I crossed my fingers hoping that it would be wrong.
And it turns out that my feeling was right. Though one girl definitely changed, but most of my high school best friends they look the same like before, like 7 years ago. Of course know they wear better clothes, new hair style. But I failed to see major changed. Same laugh, same jokes, same attitude, same perception and reality. Although I did noticed
I have no chance to tap their shoulder and said "Hey man, you change a lot! great!"
In Fact, I'm the one who got most of the tap on my shoulder, "Wow, you change a lot!".
That night, for 2 hours I try to connect with them again, I try to re-wired my self to 7 years ago, but it does not work at all. It just feel different.
It's something that been on my mind that night and tonight when I heard the song again.
Time has transform me over and over.
But why time does not even affect them?
Is it me who transform to much?
Is it me who think to much?
Is it me who got lost in time?
Is it me who does not wait for them?
Is it me who got lost in my journey?
I don't know..
I don't even know if they still look at me as one of their best friends...
I don't even know if they still look at me as one of their friends...
I don't even know if they still look at me..
I don't even know if they walk the same path like me...
and
I don't even know if they even start their journey...
But one thing I know for sure,
That I'll always love to have them by my side on this journey, even if they have not or does not want to start at all, at least I'll try to drag their ass or their feet to start their own journey and maybe.. maybe..I can meet them again somewhere along this long journey..
My friends, another thing for sure..
I'll always love you all, BRO!
-late night rant from my restless mind-
Foeh








