87 collective years

I talked on the phone for roughly 8.5 hours this weekend, partially due to an unexpected 6.5 hour drive where I decided to pretend I wasn’t an introvert and dialed people at random. I ended up chatting with four childhood friends in particular, each of whom I’ve known for at least 20 years. If I add up all the years of knowing each person, it results in 87 collective years. It’s incredible to be able to pick up the phone and call a single person I’ve known for 20 years but to be able to do so repeatedly, with deep love and recent memories together, feels like some sort of miracle. I selfishly only hope the decades continue and I know each phone call, each act of simply trying after so many years is what sustains us. May we always try and reach each other. May that muscle only strengthen.