It’s as if life gets in the way of life sometimes.
“Sorry, I’ve been busy lately.”
“Oh yeah, with what?”
“Well… living.”
A visit home for the holiday makes you realize all the lives that exist in the periphery of your own, but with little effect on your existence.
Children are born, they begin to walk, talk, and call the names of all those who surround them. You, you on the periphery, you’re forgotten. You’re that distant relative who shows up on holidays. You’re the one who is so busy “living.”