the frosted window pane

i can almost imagine myself becoming a repository of nothing but past experiences.

the last few days have struck a nostalgic chord within me, one that looks towards the future to seek out what will change and how that will affect me. the people that i've unexpectedly let into my life and those habits which now seem hard to dissociate from. the veritable comfort of what now seems like a more than decent lifestyle weighed against the uncertainty that promises. many issues come to mind, from very practical ones such as how to spend time, to deeper, less transient matters such as who and what to hang on emotionally to.

it seems like people are more pragmatic then romantic. perhaps it is just their nature, but perhaps it is a constant struggle whose easiest resolution is to ignore what appears to be the most natural inclination.

do people need other people? or have we given purpose and reason to everyone? or have people become nothing but a buttress to ourselves, giving definition to our personalities such that we lose a part of what defines us whenever we asunder the relationships we have with people, be they our friends or enemies.