By Kohar Bayizian
I think it’s pretty amazing how so many people enter and leave our lives throughout the course of time, even the relatively short time of our childhood.
We usually don’t appreciate the encounters while they’re happening, but it may hit us weeks, months or even years later — when the person is gone.
It scares me sometimes when I look back at the last few years of my life to remember all the people who have come and gone, such as my closest high school friend, who isn’t a friend anymore; the group of girls I would hang out with on the school steps; my English teacher who made Shakespeare’s English easy to understand; the guy I thought I was in love with; and an aunt who made me feel so special and has since passed away. All these people no longer are in my life.
It was fascinating to see the role that each played in my life — all the lessons I learned with or from them and the experiences we had together, good or bad. It’s as if they are the faces and figures in a long and colorful mural of my life.
It’s funny; sometimes I think maybe we can’t be who we are without all the people in our lives shaping and adding to our story.
People come into our lives in lots of ways. They can be part of our family and family friends, and we grow up with them around. Or we choose their friendship — although it’s a real mystery how one person stands out and becomes the person you want to be with. It sometimes may feel as though they were sent by God to be with us through a certain time in our life.
They often disappear and with no wrong doing (usually), you part your separate ways.
Life goes on. And if you are smart, you will keep the lessons people teach in your mind and heart forever. Actually, it kind of happens naturally because if someone really matters to you at all, they are influencing how you think and act. When you think about it, there are a lot of people to give credit to for who we are.
Don’t cry over the relationships that once were a part of your life; be happy that they ever happened.
