missing you

it's amazing how accustomed I have become to missing. I never in my life thought I could miss so much. missing is kind of a sad occurrence in a life. missing is to say that you had something great, something that you cared for deeply, and lost. I think people often misuse the word "miss".

I was just looking at some pictures and found myself saying:

I miss my yellow wall.

How could I be as selfish as to think that something as menial as a yellow wall was worth that verb. Moments before I was missing a color, I was missing people. Real people who have touched my life.

People are worth missing.

So many things we miss because of the memories attached. So many times, we miss things just because we are uncomfortable with the changes going on around us.

Of all the things, places, and moments I miss, I also feel regret or sadness when I miss them.

Regret in that I didn't take advantage of the perfect moments.

Sadness that I didn't appreciate these things more while I had them.

Yet as much as I miss these things, I feel that the time I take missing them, I am making more things to miss.

But to miss a person, is different. To miss a person is to miss the feelings, the memories, the things, the words, their smile, their laughter. A person is a wonderful thing to miss. And I have learned that no matter where I go or what I do, I am going to be missing some one. I may choose to not miss a thing or a place, but to choose to not miss a person is quickly becoming obvious to me something that I cannot do.

But as much as I miss, I feel the importance not waste the time I have.

the last thing I want to miss is opportunities.

because as ridiculous as it is to miss my yellow wall

it would be worse to miss the time I thought I about painting my wall yellow.