We sit and we talk about the good and the bad, the political and the apolitical, girls and women and the good times we have had. We don't necessarily have any intentions of coming to a conclusion, but we sit and converse anyway.
It seems to be all we ever do anymore, this sitting. The setting may change, but the goal is always the same. We try to understand the finer things in life, even though we almost always fail.
Sometime during the conversation someone mentions an adventure we all had. We laugh as the memory comes back to us. "Those were the days..." somebody mumbles between a long swig or a puff. The feeling is bittersweet.
They say that the past is no longer, that the future is ahead of us. Why then, we wonder, do the times now long gone seem so much more vivid and joyous than the lives we currently live?
CJ
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