The people we loose

This morning I started thinking about all the people I know or maybe once knew. The people where I still remember their faces and still remember the last conversation I had with them. And I wondered how it is possible to have gone through such a short life, meeting so many different wonderful, crazy, interesting people who all have had a great influence on me and then just see them all disappear again. There are those that I for obvious reason will never see again, like the dragon cave guide in Greymouth whose laughter and positive attitude towards life really impressed me or Mr. Ben the backpacker that wanted to teach orphans in India and whose imagination was so great he could turn a boring story about chicken pox into a story about a street fight in Rio.
There are the people that lives so far away that the natural distance makes it harder to keep in touch even though we try through all the communication channels that exists. Our lives can not be shown or told via Skype, FB, email, twitter, blogger or whatever so that the receiver will fully understand what is going on in our lives. The cold winds and heavy rains that influence our lives and moods in the autumn will not affect the people who are enjoying spring time and the beginning of new life on the other side of the planet. And we will have forgotten what it was like when summer hits us here on this side and they are freezing in the winter cold down there. Distance is one thing that separate us, but it can also be men, jobs, children, family, human values or politics. We disagree or we live different lives that just doesn’t coincide. That doesn’t mean that I don’t miss those people, I just somehow lost them.

And then there are the people that we were so close with that we thought that nothing would ever separate us. No distance, no men, no children, no disagrements nor anything. And yet they are no longer part of my life.
So slowly people distance themselves from the people the once knew because it is to much work to keep the contact. They become the people we loose that are not lost but can be found. And yet maybe we choose not to!

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LKlemmensen

Jeg er født og opvokset i et parcelhuskvarter i 80'erne, med ligusterhæk og grønne velduftende græsplæner og varme sommerdage med brændende sort asfalt. Jeg var teenager og lyttede til Nirvana og Smashing pumpkins i halvfemserne, mens vi så 90210 på skærmen og drak VIP øl og Pisang Ambon om fredagen. I 00'erne rykkede jeg teltpælene op og flyttede til storbyen. Her læste jeg Dion Sommer og Stern, og lyttede til Francoise Hardy, Fat Freddys Drop og TV2, og tog på hvad jeg selv ville kalde min dannelsesrejse til New Zealnd. Ad flere omgange. I 10'erne er der kommet (lidt)ro på med fast job, jeg har købt lejlighed (og solgt den igen), er flyttet på landet, dyrker øko grøntsager og holder hund og frilandsgris sammen med kæresten og er blevet mor. Og vi er kun halvvejs i dette årti.

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