A trek through realization

Wandering around memories of years past, walking as I am with who I was, I stop and consider my surroundings. I must be thankful for all that has come to pass to bring me to this present moment, but a quick evaluation shows that I now belong to a different place. While it's possible to live in the past, tempting even, it's debilitating. The love I have for those loyal, who've gone through the trials alongside me is deep, however the space between us has grown to such a distance that I feel out of place among some of my closest friends. I am no better than they, simply I have moved to a different place in my life, I want different experiences. They will be my friends forever, but as I look in the direction of my future they become harder and harder to see. I will watch them on their path, and they me, but I won't be able to reach out to them, not without backtracking every step I've made.