Was it all for naught?

We sat on my porch swing chatting the day away many times. Every time we got together we did so with much anticipation and eagerness, even with a sense of urgency, as if it must be done to complete our life cycles. Yes, we valued our time sharing with each other so much, it was as tho we believed that if the world ended tomorrow, we would be satisfied with what we were able to accomplish in our visit that day. I kinda always had the feeling that we were on the brink of dissolving our negative qualities as we promoted the good in each other with understaning and assurance.

But you know, it's kinda weird because we do so much in our lives that seems so important at the time, yet if you do not keep a journal you will procure a headache just trying to think back and remember even the most significant details. For instance, I can not remember one day from my whole 11th year. Or 12th. How many days of your life can you remember from last year even? A few prolly, but still my point is made.

Another concern is that we, me and the person on the porch swing, do not keep in touch anymore. And now, those experiences hold very little impact on my life with my interactions with the other billions of people on this planet. No, the only impact it has is that I did gain some experience which will prolly help me with conversation skills.

That's like snatching my kite out of the sky, stomping on it in the grass, and then saying well at least it's biodegradable. Or something like that. Maybe thas the good thing about all of our experiences, they're biodegradable. Most kites aren't tho, I admit.