i’ve been asked to be a special stunt blogger because our resident author is currently dodging stones. and so here is my contribution:
To someone, with whom i want to build– what i will be:
We are what we are made of. In that regard, the people that we grew up with — their character, behavior, personality — their colors were brushed to the water that are us to be painted on a canvas that is our life.
On the other hand, we don’t have control over other people. What they do, how they react, either in good faith or in resolute hurting leaves us as prostrated subjects. We are but a painting available for others to scratch.
But on the upper hand; on the right hand, we are blessed with people that impart encouragement, understanding and acceptance for what we are made of. These people stand by our side no matter what wrongs we have done, telling us how baroque we can become but still they hold our hearts as careful as eggs.
Friends share the same unseen veins rooted from the heart and bear fruits of and for the mind that feed life with all sweetness and nourishment. Some fruits fall, for the purpose of blossoming in other hearts, to wreath, to enrich, to bear fruit—and the cycle is cultivated by time.
We cannot test friendship. Time itself cannot do that even if it bends what we have believed, it stretches what we have persevered, and it is there to break what is weak. If it does then after the storm we should be found holding that friendship with both hands and feet, pulling each other much more closer to feel if the other is still breathing, scatting for fragments with bleeding hands and instinctively heal each other. What validates friendship is an unseen cord that binds no matter what happens. That’s why friendship can’t be measured by how long but how much. It doesn’t die on difficult moments nor live on good times. It’s just there.
Wherever we are and whoever we are with there is always a door of just being ourselves. What we have learned about us is the voice behind the other side of the door. And when it opens what we hear is, "I know who you are… You are what I am made of."
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