The old order changeth, yielding place to the new. This phrase always intrigues me. Even now. It's a universal truth and has to happen. Keeps happening. Whenever I see newcomers in any walk of life gradually gaining experience and then moving on to become old hats in that area, it feels good. I studied in a residential school for five years and now when I look back and compare my first year and final year, the changes I went through, the relationships I built over time, I feel it was all worth it. Every minute of it. The same guys who looked down on me as an outsider, never included me in their gang, are today my close friends, who discuss their problems and lives with me, write emails to me and vice versa. And this whole thing of reminiscing the past, remembering the people I met and grew comfortable with over the years, warms me up from within.
Reminds me of that line from the movie As good as it gets - "Sometimes the people we can't stand, become the people we can't do without".