Because one is not enough.

This may simply be out of sheer boredom and restlessness, so this may not be as fruitful as I was hoping it would be; but, dear reader, please humor me.

I tried everything: I read a book, I watched TV, texted a few friends hoping to score a short, yet comfortable conversation that will eventually bore me, and did what I promised myself I would not do: I went online.

I logged in on YM because, again, I was looking for someone to talk to, but the people I saw online were my once-classmates-whose-YM-IDs-I-have-because-we-were-groupmates-once-upon-a-time, acquaintances, a couple of close friends, and relatives I’ve been avoiding for fear that they’ll ramble on and on about family gossip.

I saw that a friend posted a link to his status, one that directs to his Tumblr account. Intrigued, because I never thought of him as a blog person, I decided to check it out. And there it was: his lone, first entry about his thoughts on the day of the dead.

I never really got to ask him about his family—I only knew he lived in a village near mine and that is valuable information for me because people dread going to this town because it’s just too damn traffic all the time going to and coming from here. Hence, actually having a “neighbor” for a friend is something I always keep in mind and smile about.

He wrote about regretting not being able to spend more time with his grandparents, his grandfathers on both sides of the family; life is indeed short—you’ll never know what you’re missing until they’re gone for good. Because all the while you’re just consumed in your daily business, as if nothing else mattered. Not that that’s a bad thing.

It made me think that, yeah, that is true. In this fast-paced society of ours, we’re only as good as what we end up doing: hence, we turn into multi-tasking freaks who are obsessed with successes, who come home regretting not having done this instead of that at the end of the day.

“Life is short—it’ll be over before your know it,” they say, so we all gotta make the best out of it.

So, what the heck, maybe I’ll chat up an old friend, or a one-time groupmate in class. We’ll see where it goes from there.

Carpe diem.