The Good Part

This is the basic jist of a conversation I had with a good friend of mine whilst driving in a car on our way to a place with lots of sand and water and sandals. The night itself would prove to be a great deal of fun, but it seems like every laugh that night was followed by a sigh. It was a very cold night and our hands got numb after strumming the guitar or ukulele. The six of us all spoke of what we originally thought of each other and how much those thoughts would prove to be wrong. This was the last night of last semester before we would all be split up. On the way there we were talking about the beauty of life and the beauty of the memories that we make together. It seems like you forget the best moments of life before you have a chance to notice how amazing these moments are. Then when you look back on these great times, they are faded and not as they originally were, more like a sketch than a photograph. If only life were like watching a movie with someone who absolutely loves the film and has seen it dozens of times. Whenever a really good part is coming, he leans over to you and says "This is the good part." Sometimes in life we need someone to be there for us to say, this is one of the good parts, enjoy it don't let it pass without remembering it.

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