Today, as I mentioned in the last post, is the Day of Love and Friendship in Latin America. There are a few things I have to say on this topic:
First off, I have said it a thousand times before, but I must repeat: I have the best friends in existence. I don’t think they can ever fathom their importance to me, and even when I am crummy at keeping in touch or updating my blog or pictures online, they’re still around for me. I pushed some people away and have definitely made mistakes in my past concerning my treatment of friends – something I am not at all proud of – but I learned from them and will do my damndest to never repeat them.
Near and far, spanning multiple cities, states, countries and continents, I know that there are people who I can call on as a friend. I am truly lucky and, in a non-religious sense of the word, blessed. I have encountered people in my 26 years that I consider kindred spirits, soul mates, deep and undying loves, friends to laugh and cry with and others that have maybe only been around for a few hours, but with whom I have shared lovely conversations or a moment of silence.
I am so deeply thankful for everyone in my life. Everyone has touched me and taught me something, and I love learning, meeting, enjoying, conversing. I miss you all, very much, but I am content knowing you are around, healthy and happy.
And with that, I will leave you with some of my favorite written words about friendship from “The Prophet”, a gift given to me many years ago, and one that I cherish more than almost anything else I have ever read and gained from.
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Thank you for being my friends.
Much love and many hugs,