There’s an internal dichotomy that I’m met with whenever I’m around childhood friends. Grateful because although they’ve seen the ugliest parts of me, they still decided to stay- discouraged because no matter how much I grow, they’ll always know what I was once capable of. 🫠
I think witnessing the lights dim in a persons eyes is one of the saddest things. It’s as if the world has drained them, stealing everything that makes them vibrant. But do you know what’s even worse? Seeing you’re own eyes turn dull, and knowing the world caught up to you too.