Temporary 

This past week I had a fake tattoo. I had picked it at random and never thought anything of it. No one really noticed it, sometimes I even forgot it was there. Except when I saw it at a quick glance it made me smile. 
  This fake tattoo reminded me a lot about the people in our lives; temporary. These days it seems like people are coming and going every few months, except for a select few who have for some reason chosen to stay. 

What I am trying to get at is that just for a second I had something and then I didn’t. Whether it was a tattoo, a friend or a family member, they all have something in common. They are missed and sometimes I really wish I had them back, but God has something else in mind (better, I’m sure of it). I know I must sound crazy. I picked something random and had it for so little time, but I still miss it. Well if you think about it, isn’t that how everything happens? 
Friends are picked at random. We don’t have a list of people we say we are friends with or want to be friends with only (at least I don’t & you shouldn’t). We meet a person at RANDOM then we find the courage to step out of a comfort zone and say hi. BAM you’re my friend. 
Let’s look at life as a boat. My boat is full of friends and family, even materialistic items. Life makes pit stops which are all the different chapters of your life. Sometimes at these stops or changes in life, people leave but people also come. The amount you gain may not be the same as you lost, but you become lighter as if something was holding you back before. That something was a toxic friendship that maybe you just had because you saw that person 5 days a week for years on end at school. Maybe it was the death of a family member that meant the world to you. They are off your boat, but they aren’t off your mind. 
The people on your boat make you the person you are destined to be. Whether it was a boyfriend who you swear you could’ve been better off without, a silly girl in your class who did nothing but annoy you all semester or your grandmother who meant the whole world to you. They all become apart of you and make you, you. 
Yes, people come and go. Yes, this is hard. Yes, it gets easier till the next person leaves. No, the loss of one person will not end you. Your boat has miles and miles of seas to sail, along those miles you will grow and gain new passengers. The passengers meant to stay will stay, but remember we often have to lighten our load if we want to keep sailing. 

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