Drift.

Progress is always round the corner. Change is inevitable. Life is completely unpredictable. Other than death there is few we can guarantee.

It's a sad day when you realise that you have grown apart from so friends. Good friends become acquaintances, to whom you give a kind nod to acknowledge them as you walk on by. Acquaintances become good friends. The friends you meet up and have lunch with. Some acquaintances become forgotten, just a memory with little substance, but a memory that make us, us. To drift is to accept progress and acknowledge change. To drift means we are growing constantly as people. Drift with me.