So, lately I've been thinking a lot about some old friends, that I haven't seen in forever. I've also been thinking about every single person that taught me something important. It's quite a huge list, if you think about it. A random stranger on the street that taught you to follow the law, a person in the supermarket who taught you to be happy with what you have, etc...
I had the extreme luck of meeting a friend of mine who was my best friend for about 6-7 years in elementary school again. It was great seeing him again. Last I heard of him, he was going through a really rough time. I'd go further into it, but let's put it this way: life just wasn't being nice to him for once. Like, he got really screwed over. The last 2 months or so, I can't help but think of a friend of mine, that died this year, in April. If I had to chose one person who taught me the most, it would be him, without a doubt. This guy was the best person I've ever met. He had it all: wife, kid, job, dreams. This was a guy to look up to. He did exactly what I want to do later: he was a soldier. He was probably the greatest guy I've ever met.
You know that person who teaches you those little skills that are really cool, pointless to many but so fucking cool for you and only you? That person who teaches you valuable lessons in life. Well, to me, that was him.
He pretty much taught me how to live. He didn't just teach me cool little tricks, he also taught me morals, that every man should strive to live for. Always go after what you want, persue your dreams, never give up, be greatful, love everyone around you. Live like each day is your last. Never regret a decision.
"Put all your bad memories and habits in a box, and carry that with you each day, to remind you what the good way is." he used to say, whenever I screwed up (lol one of those billions of times), and I thought it was bullshit at first. When I lost my friend, I realised he was right. I started living with all those things with me. Guess what? It helps. It made that each and every move was something I had thought through, very very very well.
There's a lot of things I wish I could've done with him before he died... Things we had planned for when he was supposed to come back from Afghanistan: fishing was one, camping another, he was going to teach me how to drive his way (which means agressive as fuck manouevres all the time), some more self-defense classes, etc... But also the little things: talking randomly all night with a drink, chilling with the group, going to the rifle range and getting some gun practice, ...
I miss him. I ain't gonna lie. I'm not looking for pity or anyone feeling sorry for me. Fuck that, I don't want or need that. I just need to clear my mind here.
To think I talked to him on the phone a week before I got the news that he died, and was told things like "I'll be back soon, man, we're almost done here." is just sad. I spent a great deal of time being mad at everyone, but mainly at God. Wondering why he was so cruel to take away my best friend...Now, I'm not mad anymore. I still miss him, but I got over most of my anger. That's a shout out for everyone that has a fight with their bff but in reality wants to be friends again: get it solved, she/he may not be there tomorrow.
If I had to describe my friend in one word, I'd say: mentor. Truth is, one word isn't enough. It's missing things like: brother, friend, teacher, great husband to his wife, great father to his kid, etc...
This one's dedicated to you buddy, godspeed.
Til' next time peeps :)
Bender
I had the extreme luck of meeting a friend of mine who was my best friend for about 6-7 years in elementary school again. It was great seeing him again. Last I heard of him, he was going through a really rough time. I'd go further into it, but let's put it this way: life just wasn't being nice to him for once. Like, he got really screwed over. The last 2 months or so, I can't help but think of a friend of mine, that died this year, in April. If I had to chose one person who taught me the most, it would be him, without a doubt. This guy was the best person I've ever met. He had it all: wife, kid, job, dreams. This was a guy to look up to. He did exactly what I want to do later: he was a soldier. He was probably the greatest guy I've ever met.
You know that person who teaches you those little skills that are really cool, pointless to many but so fucking cool for you and only you? That person who teaches you valuable lessons in life. Well, to me, that was him.
He pretty much taught me how to live. He didn't just teach me cool little tricks, he also taught me morals, that every man should strive to live for. Always go after what you want, persue your dreams, never give up, be greatful, love everyone around you. Live like each day is your last. Never regret a decision.
"Put all your bad memories and habits in a box, and carry that with you each day, to remind you what the good way is." he used to say, whenever I screwed up (lol one of those billions of times), and I thought it was bullshit at first. When I lost my friend, I realised he was right. I started living with all those things with me. Guess what? It helps. It made that each and every move was something I had thought through, very very very well.
There's a lot of things I wish I could've done with him before he died... Things we had planned for when he was supposed to come back from Afghanistan: fishing was one, camping another, he was going to teach me how to drive his way (which means agressive as fuck manouevres all the time), some more self-defense classes, etc... But also the little things: talking randomly all night with a drink, chilling with the group, going to the rifle range and getting some gun practice, ...
I miss him. I ain't gonna lie. I'm not looking for pity or anyone feeling sorry for me. Fuck that, I don't want or need that. I just need to clear my mind here.
To think I talked to him on the phone a week before I got the news that he died, and was told things like "I'll be back soon, man, we're almost done here." is just sad. I spent a great deal of time being mad at everyone, but mainly at God. Wondering why he was so cruel to take away my best friend...Now, I'm not mad anymore. I still miss him, but I got over most of my anger. That's a shout out for everyone that has a fight with their bff but in reality wants to be friends again: get it solved, she/he may not be there tomorrow.
If I had to describe my friend in one word, I'd say: mentor. Truth is, one word isn't enough. It's missing things like: brother, friend, teacher, great husband to his wife, great father to his kid, etc...
This one's dedicated to you buddy, godspeed.
Til' next time peeps :)
Bender
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