the real life

Spent the weekend hanging out with childhood-friends. People I've known since I was born and on. They may be a pain in the ass and they may be perfect people, but they are MY people anyway. In them I see my life, my real life, as it has been and as it will be, with them by my side and with hope in my heart. I see the trouble ahead, I see the joys to expect and I see the love waiting for me, I see the nightmares yet to be survived. And most importantly I see that I'll get through it, and live after all. Sometimes when I have trouble realizing what life is all about I just spend time with my childhood-friends. They know me, see me and believe in me. And with them I am no one else then me, and I am living nothing else then the real life.