When I heard this line earlier this year, it really struck me. It’s a bit of nostalgia, a bit of longing for things that might’ve been, maybe even a bit of regret for chances not taken, roads not traveled. Am I the only one who feels this way? Probably not. I can’t imagine that I could be.

And I feel rather nostalgic and maybe even a bit melancholy and sad now. Because there are people I once thought the world of, who were basically my world, and I never get to talk to them anymore. I never get to see them. People I considered family whom I only know through Facebook posts of pictures of their children and political views I sometimes agree with and sometimes find baffling or even abhorrent. There was a time when these people were my world, and now I’m too wrapped up in myself or too afraid to reach out to even have a conversation. It’s like a crippling, paralyzingly fear, knowing there are people you love whose voices you’ll probably never hear again, whose faces you’ll only see in pixels on a computer screen.

And now I feel old and sad. Way to be a bummer on a weekend, Charlie boy.