Old friends are like chocolate cake

There is nothing like old friends. When I met 2 of my old friends (primary school friends, in fact) the other day, there was a burst of nostalgia. Memories of a distant era came flooding back. Memories that had all but faded due mainly to the passage of time, but in part to growing up. As you grow up, you meet a host of different people from all walks of life and no matter how brief the meeting, a little bit of them rubs off on you.

Years later, you wonder who you really are. Old friends will help you remember who you are. Or at least, who you once were. I try to hold on to that person, mainly because I actually liked who I was. I think I have succeeded although I have changed a lot. It sounds paradoxical but it is really not. Change is inevitable. But your core identity should always remain.

Walking down memory lane with my old friends, I am proud to say that I am still that person I used to be. Older, of course, wiser (I hope), more experienced, some changes in the way I view things, but deep down, the same person. And I’m happy to observe that my friends have remained the same as well. Changed but the same. It is difficult to explain.

So long as I hold on to that core identity within me, I know I will be alright come what may. Old friends are like chocolate cake. They offer some sweetness in an otherwise bitter world.