Nephilim

 Sometimes it's tempting to wish I could go back in time...
Back to college when I often felt like a demigod 
Both worshipped and reviled by an entire Northeastern town...
"The Nephilim were on the earth in those days—and also afterward—when the sons of God went to the daughters of humans and had children by them. They were the heroes of old, men of renown."
Swimming on a sea of the flesh and the pleasures thereof...
But very few left a lasting mark on my soul...
Everyone changed me...
Just as every new interaction changes us ever so slightly...
Some more than others...
But that precious few,
More valuable than any amount of material world legal tender...
Tattooed into the fabric of my life...
Almost physically connected despite even thousands miles of distance...
I remember...
I remember every touch, taste, smell, sensation...
I also remember the many mistakes I've made...
I've forgiven myself for those,
But I guess it's natural to wonder how life would be with at least one choice altered...
Just one crucial thing...
I guess, though, realistically speaking,
There are many things I would likely want to change...
But it's all good, as they say.
"It is what it is" is another good cliché appropriate to the sentiment...
True connection is rare...
True connection that spans decades, rarer still...
Late nights studying...
Saturday morning cartoons, and breakfast in the dining hall...
It is rare to find a true equal...
Someone whose soul is cut from similar cloth with a slightly different design...
Cherish these kind of people if you are fortunate enough to have them in your life...
Our friendships often give us a bit of our will to live...
Positive reinforcement of the idea that it will all be okay,
And the journey will continue...
Everything is in constant flux...
Every moment is evolution...
Or
It can be...