The Plastics

Back in high school, we established a bond between our individual selves with other people. Soon, we formed a group which we call "barkada". Within this barkada, we tend to do and share all kinds of things even thinking the same stuffs. From bitterness to blissfulness, pain and sorrow and everything in between. We always remind or even swear to each other every plans we have made to be together no matter what. The rivals of another will always be the rival of all. That was high school and it will always stay that way.

But through the years wherein change is constant in this world, we only had memories to reminisce and sigh. It has been almost 10 years since we were still giggling and crying over spilled milk and so many things have changed. Some for the good but some for the bad. It is sad to say that although there are still some of us that are willing to stay and communicate, there are also some who have grown into different persons and seems to be forgetting everything we have been through. We don't mean to pry if that's what they really want but at least the acknowledgment of plainly just being friends. It is quite shocking and and a bit of treachery when we offer our friendship to them but in return we receive only a lame and persuasive smile.

Are friendships really meant to fall apart? Are we capable to do that? Do we just let it go and go on with our lives?

As I grew older, I try to understand and accept why some of the things in our lives are not the way we wanted it to be. Friendship for me is not tolerating nor prying. When we sense something wrong or even heard something bad about a friend, it is good to talk about it personally to avoid grudges and bitterness. Misconception will always be the reason for breaking a friendship. In the end, damage has already been done and the possibility of a reunion will be out of the question.