Missing people? It depends on what you define as people. I've have had the unbelievable pleasure of meeting people on the road that I know that I could not have met in 'real life', bc they don't exist in real life. The people I'm speaking of have a lust for living that most can't imagine and take with them a strength of character, of personal fuckitness, that society is no where near prepared to deal with. Do I miss these people? Absolutely! Would I like to keep in touch? Again, yes! Is it possible? Not so much.
How do you reminisce about a camp fire shared at twelve thousand feet asl? How do you recapture that moment in time? Talking about your deepest thoughts of life. You might try but to do so but that is to look backwards, to a moment gone forever. A moment best remembered fondly but awkwardly shared in the now. I choose to live for the now as well as they do. That past is a memory, never to be relived. The future is unwritten, yet to be lived. Would I like to get back together with these people and live another moment? Of course but I know that another moment with them is unlikely to come. They are as strong in life and love as I am and I know that wherever they are, they are making the best of that situation and meeting as many extraordinary new people as I am, for that is why I choose to live the way I do - perhaps the way you choose to live as well.
Then there are the real life tribe. A tribe I was once a part of and now I can't understand why. This tribe goes mindlessly to a sixty hour work week that they hate, to buy the things on the TV commercials that promise will make them happy. If they can only work hard enough to make the money to afford the 300k mortgage, the new car every 5 years, the designer clothes, the trendy furniture. All they ever do is bitch bc they work so hard and have so little in their opinion bc enough is never enough. They think that by being the best cog in the machine that the life they've always dreamt of will be there's - they are nothing if not completely miserable when that life eludes them. They are also, unfortunately for the world, 99.9% of the population. The boring, the mundane, the common place. The people with strong opinions based on limited life experiences. It sounds like I'm being an asshole about these people, maybe I am. Asshole or not, I don't hate these people, I don't believe myself as 'above' these people. They're just people, just like everyone is a person first, then whatever type of person they happen to be second. So I don't dislike them, I don't judge them - if anything I feel badly for them bc I know what this beautiful life can offer if they would only open themselves to it - the experiences life has to offer are boundless in the extreme. If the question is do I miss this kind of person? The answer is absolutely not, since this type of person represents an overwhelming majority, I'm sure I'll meet one just like him or her with the next person that I meet and I'm sure I'll be just as bored.
So I rambled bc that's what I do. I swear I think my brain somehow moves into my fingertips when I write and that's not always a good thing. Good thing or bad, these are the people I miss and the majority that I don't.