“To invent your own life’s meaning is not easy, but it’s still allowed, and I think you’ll be happier for the trouble.”
A year ago today I told him to chill out. I tried to hide my amusement as his mind raced in panic and assured him there is no point worrying about what ifs that may never arrive. It was his first big trip and our first real experience taking on the world together. For me it was a win win situation- if we don’t kill each other over the next three weeks then there is hope for the next three years, and trust me I had big plans for my next three years so if he couldn’t keep up then it would be sayanora cowboy.
We did way more than just survive. We discovered a mutual goal towards which we could direct our passions in order to fuel a lifestyle we could never un-live. Looking back, I have to giggle about the most pressing matter that crossed my mind several days pre-departure- BUT WHAT WILL WE TALK ABOUT?!
Our adventure did not end when we returned home that summer, it was born and it continues to this very day. However, I no longer worry about making small talk, nor do I filter any talk big or small. We sit side by side, sometimes engrossed by our own activities, sometimes take turns having mental breakdowns, but we are more in tune than we have ever been.
It turns out, at the end of the day it is not just about the words you speak but also about the silences you can share, and its not just about laughing at all your joys together but also about sensing the fears you cannot express to each other.