Decided to meet some old friends at a gathering that's a long way off my office. There is something about making the right decision - the way just opens for you to go through with it. Lo and behold, events happened and I found myself there.
The warm smiles of my dear friends greeted me. But it was a bittersweet event. It was always good to catch up with old buddies. But since the last time that I've met them, they have done a thousand things in between. The activities they've been through, the people they met together - I found it hard-going to join in the conversation. And the dinner was actually a farewell for a new friend they made while I was busy with my new work. I looked at this new person who was so nice and friendly but the depth of their friendship to her (because she was instrumental in helping them grow spiritually during her time here) far surpasses mine - after all, I just met her one time before this.
And so there I sat, feeling at home and yet lost in translation at the same time. Oh Lord, I have missed out on so much of their lives! Just as I've missed out on the lives of other old friends whom I haven't met since my job change.
My counselor who was there gave me a few warm hugs to make up for lost time. "It's worth the price you are paying. You are happier in your job now and I'm so glad that you made it to this gathering."
I felt warm as toast in her loving encouragement - such a liberating kind of love, non-judgmental and knew that no matter where I am, I'll always be in touch with them and meet them whenever I can. They are my roots, the ones who have watched me grow over the years. No matter what, I'll keep those roots watered.