The Transient

Sometimes it is so extraordinarily unbelievable just how fleeting friends can be and how quick they are to forget you or the importance the friendship ever meant.

I make it a point never to ever disregard or take any of the people who have ever been kind to me. I always try to treat everyone with kindness and compassion that is paved with good intentions even if my attitude seems to be less than desirable since I tend to implement a tough love sort of rule. But it doesn't mean I care any less or don't weigh a heavy conscience. Granted I am definitely not perfect. In fact I am hopelessly flawed and the very epitome of imperfection, but I would can say that I am too empathetic. It is just so disheartening when people you've once cared about so deeply somehow manage to discard you so easily without their conscience to guide them. The bigger problem is how forgiving I am.

Such as the continuum of life, one can only move forward and never go back.

I relate that to words I live by. Keep moving forward in progress because I don't ever go backwards, only fowards. Not just because I don't like to repeat the past or be near any resemblance of it (it makes me literally feel sick from the result of other psychological issues I'll leave up to interpretation), but I believe that you should leave the past where it belongs and forge your own and new way since nothing is ever the same twice.