Best friends

What truly matters in the end?

Everything…
Everything matters
Each word spoken and everything done matters
Everything left unsaid and everything left undone
Every transient thought
Every single day
All possible encounters fostered
Every single smile
The compliments paid
Every embrace felt
Every gratitude shared
Every gift given, even the tiniest handshake
Every promise made,
Every flimsy excuse
Every dream dreamed
Even the days that dragged on
And the nights that never seemed to end
The things you meant to do but never came around doing
And the one you did but never meant to
The things we should have done
The things we should have said
And the things we plan to do
The kindness we should have shown
The visit we should have made
Unwarranted procrastinations, and unredeemable opportunities, lost forever
The friend we could have been but failed to become
Family we could have had but were too proud to accept
Places we could have gone but too afraid to dream
The life we could have had but too short-sighted to believe
All of it matters in the end
Because everything is everything
The way we do one thing, is the way we do everything

Friend or foe

Life is full of the ups and the downs
And the downtimes are great for reflecting
Fantastic when you have a goal,
Tempting for hasty decisions when you don’t have a clue
Anger and pain they say,
Are not the best states for making major decisions
Well, so is momentary solitude, it could be a slippery slope
When bombarded by a thousand thoughts
Usually the first instinct is to push a familiar button
Call up an old acquaintance, indulge
And the dog returns to its vomit
Long after we’ve been bitten, we realize the truth
That we can’t make the leopard change his spots
Not so much as we can make the fish love the shore
Man know thyself

Good Advice

That friend of yours is an anchor, cut him lose!
You are moving forward and he will do anything to keep you where you are
You are too blind to see it because you are not yet ready for change
He is dragging you down and he isn’t going to stop until he succeeds
And when he does succeed which he  most certainly would,
It wouldn’t be because he was stronger or smarter
However, it would be because of two things;
One, you tied a rope around your waist and made him hold the other end
Two, you didn’t cut him lose when you had the chance
No one has the permission to make you prisoner unless you let them

Little drops

It is the little things we don’t do
That cause the heartaches we don’t want
It is the little time wasted
That cause the disappointments we can’t accept
It is the little things we hold back
That cause the heartbreaks we don’t admit
It is the little things we ignore
That cause the gulf we can’t cross
It is the little things we don’t care about
That cause the loss we can’t bear
It is the little things we can’t overlook
That cause the irritations we can’t avoid
It is the little things we can’t confront
That cause the distance we didn’t intend
It is the little things we can’t let go
That cause the heaviness we can’t unburden
It is the little things we don’t tell ourselves
That cause the  regrets we can’t live with

3 WAYS TO FREE YOURSELF FROM HURT

Life is too short to hold on to misgivings and fights. Often we find that our hearts are tightened with bitter anguish over hurt that has crushed our hearts with a heavy burden. We are stuck, unable to move o with our lives until we take the first step towards liberty.


1. Be the bravest, be first to apologize: I’ve learned severally through many life experiences that finding the courage to apologize frost is truly liberating. It immediately lifts the dark veil of pride that is separating you from your true peace.

2. Be the strongest, be first to forgive: Genuine apology will always lead to genuine forgiveness even when you are not in the wrong. It immediately frees you form the hurt that once blinded your judgement and you are able to let go finally. You also succeed in telling yourself that the person didn’t know better and that humans a re generally vulnerable.

3. Be the happiest, be first to move on: Move ahead. Don’t store up unpleasant moments in your mind and you must fight the urge to relive any of such. Keep your eyes straight ahead and occupy your thoughts with the newness that is unfolding with your new decision to be free. Don’t hold back from living your life to the fullest because the other party who has refused to let go and is still holding on to claims of injustice. Do not let their negative energy poison your state of tranquility. Be the happiest!


 

The first to apologize is the bravest.  The first to forgive is the strongest.  The first to move forward is the happiest.  Be brave.  Be strong.  Be happy.  Be free. – Mark & Angel

Brave

Brave – 3D Animation. A moving story about bravery and reconciliation…

LEAVE A DOOR OPEN

Love doesn’t hurt, expectations do – Pushkaraj Shirke


 

Pain can be a real bitch at times. Especially pain inflicted by someone you love and genuinely care about. The more hurt you bear for the sake of love, the more danger you risk. You are at risk of the inevitable explosion that comes after the cup gets full and then it gets very messy. The broth is spilled on everyone and everything. You are at risk of letting your pain get in the way, it first poisons you, then it poisons the other. If you are familiar with snake bites, you know that poison must be stopped immediately from traveling further through the body fluid of the inflicted. Well, unlike snake bites, what unattended pain does to us is more like slow deadly poison. An emotional wound that isn’t treated becomes infectious and deadly.

Perhaps the easiest way to deal with pain is take your eyes off the offender and set it on their vulnerability, our vulnerability as humans. How we all can be weak, afraid and misguided. How we are easily misunderstood by each other because of our colored perceptions and how we often overreact and only begin to see sense once the milk is spilled. We only feel remorse after we have fully satisfied our urge to damage, mutilate and wreck a havoc. In a way we are like vampires, having a voracious appetite for human blood, easily aroused, then we are like the werewolf, remorseful naked and ashamed once our cravings are gratified.

However when we see and accept our vulnerabilities as humans then we can understand better and act in wisdom other than react out of fear. We can be wise and give some distance, go somewhere to heal. You must heal because you now know that an untreated wound can easily be infected and that it is slow poison in action. Therefore, going away from the scene and from your precious friend isn’t exactly out of disdain but an act of protection, protection for yourself first. It may seem selfish, but selfish is good at this time. Distance is required. You must heal, so that your heart can recover and your mind free of poison. You may want to cease interaction at this time with this person who is acquainted too well with bites and stings. It is for the greater good, both for you and for her. By going away, you may be perceived as unforgiving, hateful and resentful. But you do know deep down, that by that distance, you leave a door open.

 


Pain is a sudden hurt that can’t be escaped. But then I have also learned that because of pain, I can feel the beauty, tenderness, and freedom of healing. Pain feels like a fast stab wound to the heart. But then healing feels like the wind against your face when you are spreading your wings and flying through the air! We may not have wings growing out of our backs, but healing is the closest thing that will give us that wind against our faces.”
― C. JoyBell C.

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MY FOREVER FRIEND

Her voice shrills through the phone line with ecstasy
Even though it’s a year since we last spoke, it sounds like
it was just yesterday
Our intercepting chitchat and jabber reconnect the dots
in smooth motions of recollections and reminiscence
I feel the vibrant energy in her laughter just like school
days
It was that same girlie childlike chuckling and cackling
that brought with it warm memories from good old
University days
Each line she spoke was laced with the familiar
symphonies, cliches and analogies that make her peculiar
My heart is warmed by this forever fondness
I listen with intent as she flaunts her glamorous life
And something inside of me sways gracefully at the
verbal annotations that says hers compliments my magical
life
This is my forever friend,
Somehow, during life’s most dramatic moments, we have
found a stillness deep within our entwined core
Where nothing else matters but life, faith, hope, and love
We are grateful to have found the ability
To master and create that which we want out of this vast
space called life and friendship

Forever friends

AN ANGEL SENT YOU TO ME

Friendship is always a sweet responsibility, never an opportunity – Khalil Gibran

I am thinking about all the blunders I would have made, all the pitfalls I would have blindly stomped into, and all the bones I would have broken if it hadn’t been for your steady and candid companionship. I am looking back on my life, at the rocky trails, the bushy paths and stormy nights.

Many times, I would have ran blindly into stony walls but each time, you’d show up just in time before I cracked my skull. Other times I find myself in certain frustrations, unable to clear away the cobwebs that surround me. I fight to stay afloat, I’m beating the air with my fists but in one moment, you say the magic word and I realize I’ve been chasing shadows.

I am amazed at how easily I can swing back to terraformer and find my footing again. It is the power of our camaraderie – the power of our sisterhood – that has kept me from losing it completely.

My moments of great fears fizzle away like fog at the oration of your deep wisdom. Suddenly I can vanquish many mountains. In the days my heart sunk into my pool of tears, your wittiness and charm quickly turn my great wailing into an uproar of laughter. My heart is lightened yet again.

Today I can count my victories because you cared to partake in my battles simply by staying close.  You kept your eyes on me for no particular reason except for love, and your undiluted affection. You hung your gaze on my wobbly tottering. Like a hawk seeking to rescue, you sought to reassure me.

I am thinking about what my life would have been, in the seasons of my winter days, had it not been for you. I do not believe in magic or in fairy tales but I do believe this one truth about you. An angel sent you to me.

“For Vanessa”

Angel's friend

angels fly

Thank you

Bittersweet

Maybe our girlfriends are our soul mates and guys are just people to have fun with
– Sex and the City, TV Series

Sometimes the truth is bitter. Most times it comes from your best-friend. If she’s not telling you the truth, then check again. Your girl is probably just a shopping mate or chatter-box in gloomy days. A true friend will tell you the truth at all times. That is the one who loves you the most. The one who isn’t afraid to tell you to go see the dentist for a whiter set of teeth or ask you to get your tongue scrapped free of bad breath. That is the one who cares for you the most. That is the one who isn’t looking to take from you but is always willing to give.

She is the one you are quick to call when the chips are down. You know you’ll get what it is you need — help. One thing you’re certain not to hear is an outright ‘No’ or the ‘now is not a good time response’.. Also you know you will hear the truth. However sharp or curt, you swallow each hard-pill with sobriety. However heated the conversation may get, you reflect with gratitude for having being told the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

A friend who isn’t afraid to tell you, you’re being a jerk is the go-to-person of the season. She is the one who doesn’t mind the slightest to reveal her skepticism about you and how you make her feel sometimes. Whenever she’s unsure about how to react to your tantrums or spontaneity,  that is when she spills it, at once and without remorse. She must tell you the truth in love. And she tells it to you; not to ten thousand other individuals who rewrite the script in their attempt to be your loyal courier.

With her, you are certain you cannot hide and when you are desiring constructive criticisms about your choices so far, you know you can never go wrong by her. It is indeed, one of life’s most treasured gifts — a friend that is true, in season and out of season. Always forthcoming, always sure, always knowing what to say, always soothing the moment and when occasion calls, sometimes brash but always apt, and even when you try to resist, she never fails your expectation to remain true.

The truth also can be sweet — a candid interpretation of your person, flowing with sweet candor. Her frankness in telling it as it is, that you are beautiful and graceful, that you are kind and giving, that you are gifted, that you are blessed with many talents, and that you have got a large heart, can go on for days as the continuing dropping of honey from a broken hive. You are drunken in praises, you take the pleasure and bask in the rendition. You swank to the serenade that is your best friend’s gift of gratitude to you, for being such  a delightful being.

As a result, in every situation, however sour, you brace yourself to listen, you set your mind to learn from the rare occasion of being told the truth as it is. You lean in and grasp what is meant for you. You sieve through her words for keepers and souvenirs. You toss away any unwanted debris. You only take what is good for your soul. Again you have fine-tuned your filtering system and you are a better person for it. All thanks to your best friend.

You return the favor. You do so with strength and with sheer grace. You perform your duty to your friend and with a large heart you prepare yourself for the backlash when it comes. You are patient with her because you know it isn’t about you. You understand, knowing it is the sting of the sour tang. The discomforting uneasiness of the bitter truth.

Girlfriend