Conversations over coffee

Because whatever we have right now will cease to exist after this very second. Everything becomes a part of this collective memory that we store within our heads, only to be reviewed after some time and by then, bits and pieces would have also faded away.

That is the sad, yet beautiful part of memories.

Over a few cups of different liquid beverages, we tend to sink into this subconscious level of trust where we just start pouring out thoughts that we once kept very much hidden within the walls of our minds.

Some thoughts were buried for a really long while – too long to the extent that you didn’t even realized that you once conceived it. Some of them are pretty scary and they make you think about your entire existence as a whole, whereas some of them are just being added to the ‘worry queue’ – you know, the entire list of things that you worry on a daily basis. Like as if we need additional things to worry about. 

Seriously, like I want to have additional things to worry about. Like as if I lead a really carefree life with nothing to worry about.  I daresay that at my current age, I have a lot on my plate to worry about – in relative to the other people of my age. I know a few good friends who equally have things to worry about, or perhaps even more. Maybe that’s why we became good friends. We worry. We're worry-buddies. And friends in need stick together, that's why they're friends indeed.

I’m usually quite okay with making new friends, having new people entering my life, but there are times where I can’t help but think why the heck am I doing this. People come and go. I spend a good long time allowing you in my life and then within a certain period, you move on and all that’s left is just me clearing up on the things that we once had.  

It’s so tiring. I get really tired. 

Oh.

Surprise! I get tired too.