Will We Meet Again?

Just as all days are ordinary, they can just be as momentous. It only depends on who you share them with, what you do with them and of course how you live them. Stories centred around strangers becoming lifelong friends and the reverse are a daily occurrence in all walks of life.
This group of people were no exception and found their story a strong imitation of that plot.

This group of special individuals met on days across a time in their formative years, in the marketplace of knowledge impartation and socialization, and established friendships they envisioned would last for an eternity.
True relationships take a long time to form. It makes no difference as to whether those involved are grown-ups or children.
This was the same for this particular group of friends. A couple of members in the group painstakingly through sweat and tears developed their bonds.
Another through a series of serendipitous encounters, almost as if destiny was having a field day playing a wholesome prank, not that it mattered to those affected.
Again, some built theirs through a cautious play of trap-the-mouse gauging intents whereas some within this group effortlessly connected shortly after they set eyes on each other.
Summarily, the diverse pathways to these rare and beautiful moments each section of the group formed, especially at that stage of their collective lives, led ultimately to an unspoken agreement on the concept of being a unified front – an archetype of covalent bonds providing stability in a compound in an aqueous solution. This best described this unit in a biological context.
There existed a promise amongst them that was meant to be honoured for years although silent in its invocation.

Alas Time, a thief as old as the birth of all life on earth, did the obvious and threw a spanner in the works.
Distance, a faithful deputy to the directives of its master Time, reinforced that such hearty and genuine friendship, formed during those shaping years, would join a long list of genuine relationships that had been led by the leash to the gallows, like condemned outlaws, as it had been in the wild west.
These friendships that were held behind bars, like convicts on death row, eventually had the guillotine dropped on their necks by these uncompromising executioners.
These two, Time and Distance, have a functional dynamic that has left in their wake sorrow, grief, indifference and pain. This has consequently filled the graveyard of what happens to be failed friendships with inscriptions of “what-could-have-been” etched on numerous tombstones.
The machinations of these abstract demons spelt certain doom. Survival, not only for this group but for any other who may be unsuspecting bogeys in their scope, relies heavily on the group and their pact to escape the combined efforts of their assailants.

Some odd years later, the kindergarten years are whispers of the past to some or outright blots from the memory. A telling indication that just maybe the hawks circling have struck a deathly blow. When you try to recollect all those moments, all you have are missing details and skewed accounts of those times. The pith of the period altogether slowly seeps away into the gullies of obscurity.
People who value the significance of childhood memories are predisposed to hold on to them. A select few in this special group fit that description and found it difficult to move on like their friends. Those who couldn’t, explain it away as being loyal to the inner child resident in them. Those who could move on without any regrets, rationalize it as a needless sensationalisation of lives past and nostalgia, none of which better prepared them for life, both they could do without. At least on both ends, they showed conviction for their respective justifications.

In that timeframe, they may occasionally happen across each other in new and completely different phases of their respective lives. They may meet in some chop shop halfway across the Atlantic or just around the corner of old neighbourhoods shared.
Some may make a strong go at reviving those bonds they once had but the disparity in character, beliefs, worldview and so many unaccounted for dissenting elements might not let them.
By contrast, you may have those who remembered to anchor strongly in the face of the persistent obstacles hurled by time and distance and may have managed to remain and evolve from friends to family over a similar period.

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Will they ever meet again?
And will it be like it was when they were kids chasing after each other on the sands of the beach
Will they ever meet again?
Free from the cares of the world in the playground of innocence they once knew closest to the tree of the peach
Will they ever meet again?
And will the corruption wrought by the onslaught of time and distance slither and linger
Will they ever meet again?
And will the concealed effects of the trials and curveballs life threw at them become an undoing trigger
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Truthfully speaking, this has always been a quagmire. The pendulum could swing both ways. Choices from everyone can differ at that moment.
Ironically, only time can tell what will be the course of events and as for how it unfolds you can leave that for Providence to decide.