Heat beats down on the back on my neck, as if I owed it money for something, while the soothing sounds of George Straight and Willie serenade my senses as I see the city of San Antone in my rear view mirror. Slowly disappearing ever so slightly by the mile.
Adios good ol' San Antone. Until we meet again, happy trails to you.
I cruise through these familiar highways and streets being reminded of where I came from and what I've experienced during my short time here. Four years doesn't seem like a long time when you can remember, as if it was yesterday, you in your old car hitting the road, running your own business and writing for a prestigious local magazine ( Shoutout to San Antonio's NFit Magazine). But even though everything seems familiar, it seems, it couldn't be any more unfamiliar.
Things change, people grow up and/or apart, and energies move on. During my time there, I felt as a stranger wondering around in a strange land. Familiar faces turned strangers, old friendships turned questionable, and, for some reason, I can't help but accept this.
Even though I'm long out of the reach of the 1604, I can't help but reflect a lot on myself and my idea of what friendship really is.
I've only shared this idea with one other friend who, at the time, was my best friend and, ironically, my ex. We both shared this belief that we could be the best of friends and maintain a connection, regardless of how often we communicated or saw each other. As time goes on, I've shared this with another one of my friends, but this isn't exactly a common thing I'm finding.
But even as people I've known have changed, maybe it's not so much them, it's me. I've changed and I know I have. Things I've valued four years ago are so different now, I can't seem to ignore it. I once valued progression measured in attainable assets that I could put on a display, in a way. Whether it was where I lived, what I owned, what I accomplished, etc. You get the picture.
Now, I find myself valuing anything that cannot be purchased or displayed. I value conversational depth, food for my soul, vibes and energy from the environments and people around me. I've even developed this idea of, "Get Something. Give Something." mentality where I find myself giving things to those who gave me something I have value in now. Whether it was precious pieces from my travels or acts of labour or work to help someone out with something.
The small crossroads of Junction grows nearer as I'm speeding down the highway at damn near 90mph. In a rush to get nowhere. And as the sun kisses the skies goodbye, I look back on those who were there when the dust settled when this huge life change happened. They know who they are, and even though I'm focused on the road, my thoughts are always with them, as are my prayers.
Loyalty is everything now. Friends, family, coworkers, opportunities, words, or anything else are nothing without loyalty behind them. I find loyalty to be the bitter pill of honesty. Everyone wants it, none can give it nor can they take it. Because who really wants to hear how badly one if ruining their life? I guess only those who want to change for the better.
Home is only 30 miles away at this point. Dusk hugs the horizon, the music is just right and I'm okay with it all. My opportunities are few, but I trust in the process of life. I have a few things in the works, and I know I'll be taken to the right road to where I need to be. Trust in the process of your life because if you're on the right path, you'll get to exactly where you need to be at the right time.
Don't let them try to satisfy you with just words and don't take anything at face value. Dig deeper because that's where the treasure is.
Sean
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