One of the harsh realities that people who live outside their home countries have to face is that people will move on and friends will disappear at a quick rate. During my school days in Saudi Arabia, I must have had 20 different "best friends" leading up to high school. After high school, I said goodbye to a lot more. I was lucky that quite a few came over to the Great White North which softened the blow but since graduation I have bid adieu to a few more. This cycle, though vicious, is also somewhat of a blessing in disguise…a really good disguise.
Always the optimist I tend to make lemonade. So when I analyze this topic properly I ask the question, how many people can say they had friends from Japan, England, Philippines, Malta, South Africa, Australia, Brazil all before the 2nd grade? How many people can go to almost any part of the world and know someone and connect with them instantaneously? I use the word blessed again, but to say that I have witnessed a ton of friends move on is indeed a blessing. It means I have shared meaningful experiences, created memories and have lived a life which very few will have the opportunity to do so. That sadness I feel when I see them jet off is just a gentle reminder that I had a meaningful connection with them. If it means that it is short lived then so be it. Good things must come to an end right?
I suppose that the very fact that I am writing this blog is testament that I am starting to experience life as it should be experienced. We sadly do not live in a world where your best friends live right across the hall way and where you can sit on large orange sofas and sip coffee for ten years straight. No, from what I know life is a lot different. This though does not mean that I cannot go out and look for further adventures with new people. Great people are hard to find, but when you do it is the main reason why I cannot wait for the weekend to roll around. I crave those meaningful connections. I want to hear about people’s life stories and what they can teach me, or indeed what I can teach them. When all is said and done, those are the moments you are going to look back and think fondly of.
Do not be afraid of life and moving on. Just take a deep breath and cherish what you have had and then seek out to replicate those moments or better them. If my friend in questions decides to ever move back to Saudi Arabia, I will accept it and know that I will see him again. From Dhahran to Calgary to London to Boston, I will have a new excuse to travel and then I will make it my mission to seek out new people.
Anyone from Iceland willing to be my friend?
This blog post has been written by Faizan Hamdani. Click here to learn more about Faizan.