/lit/ - Literature

things just come in and out of our lives like they're nothing, whether it be people, places, books we like, music we like, etc.

everyone leaves, everything changes, everything dies, it's all so impermanent.

i see my father ageing (who i rarely speak to now, as he has been a deadbeat most of my life) and he still acts like a kid, it's almost as if he doesn't realise the tragedy of what is happening to him, knowing one day he will die and will no longer be a part of my life is sad, i miss the times when me and my brothers were younger and we'd go on our yearly trips to theme parks with him (something i'd often look forward to), but now we are all older i am the only one that keeps contact with him as my brothers cut him off years ago.

i miss being 13 years old and playing video games, you could sit around at that age and just enjoy hours full of guilt-free fun as the time you had seemed endless. being 13 is really special, you haven't quite yet gotten old enough for the world to corrupt you and trap you under it's weight but you're also old and curious enough to be interested in girls, be able to go out by yourself, and do silly things that aren't actually dangerous but seem to be at that age.

in 10 years time what is important now will not matter to me at all, my parents will be in theirs 60s, i will be in my 30s, i will be living far away from them (probably) and my life will probably be mostly done with (simply because i've lived long enough to see people age from their 30s to their 50s and not much happens in those years)