No man is a barren desert island, no creature
exists for itself alone. People need people, and beasts could do with the warm,
familiar tug of other beasts.
Which is why, there are things on earth that we
can’t do without. Objects of affection that stay in our subconscious even when
separated by walls made impregnable by time and distance, due to choice or
circumstance. Fixtures in our daily grind that allow us to breathe a little
easier, think a little clearer, move a little lighter, and steer our way through rough patches and thorn bushes with peace in our minds and joy in our hearts.
Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "I didn't find my friends,
the good Lord gave them to me." While it is true that we can choose our
friends, we only get to choose from and keep those that fate allows us to meet.
Reaching out to someone signifies trust, and trust
is a requisite to true friendship. Reaching out to the wrong people is basically
just that -- a wrong choice. We won't know it unless we take the risk. And that's when we know who our true friends are.
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