I think that I shall love you just for tonight, she whispered.
Yes, but your eyes are promising a lifetime.
But to stop learning, stop seeking knowledge or new?
Well, that is a degenerative dis-ease.
For those that only reference their past,
Have already begun their dying.
These words have always sounded beautiful to me. They capture the essence of the truest friendships and offer, in such lyrical ribbons of language, what it is to be a friend.
“But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one’s deepest as well as one’s most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person – having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.”
Ah, but to speak with authority you must inhabit that place called authenticity. That which starts at honesty. With others, seeking both sincerity and trust. With yourself, being present and truthful. Know that sometimes your crusade cannot be theirs. Recognise, release. It is not why someone isn’t on your side, but why you need them there.
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