Was there ever a time, this time, some other time, time and again, this isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last.

Running into parents we’ve known throughout the years but never quite clicked and the ease of it, the shared songs and fears of growing children and aging pains. And just the night before, with a completely different group, we were the geriatrics at the dinner table, the senior couple, the ones with the most miles in. Not quite sure how to feel about that, if we’re a success story or not with so many variations of a common theme, people trying to do more than just get by in a world that was determined to constantly escape their grasp.

And again and again, I’ve met you all before, I’ve known you and listened to you and ignored you and befriended you and abandoned you and resented you and it’s the most important moment in the world and also the most trivial.