Friends are a strange, volatile, contradictory, yet sticky phenomenon. They are made, crafted, shaped, molded, created by focused effort and intent. And yet, true friendship, once recognized, in its essence is effortless.
Best friends are formed by time.
Everyone is someone’s friend, even when they think they are all alone.
If the friendship is not working, your heart will know. It’s when you start being less than perfectly honest and perfectly earnest in your dealings. And it’s when the things you do together no longer feel right.
However, sometimes it takes more effort to make it work after all.
Stick around long enough to become someone’s best friend.
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Monday, January 10, 2011
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Your Best Friend
Your best friend is sitting on your lap purring, and at your feet wagging his tail.
Curled in a soft ball, your best friend lies on the windowsill, or perches on top of the stuffed chair, to be near you.
When you come home, your best friend greets you at the door, dancing with joy, and watching you with impossible attention.
When you cry, your best friend gets up and comes to you unconditionally, so that you can put your hands on the warmth and rest against the beloved fur.
Don’t ever forget.
Don’t ever abandon them.
Curled in a soft ball, your best friend lies on the windowsill, or perches on top of the stuffed chair, to be near you.
When you come home, your best friend greets you at the door, dancing with joy, and watching you with impossible attention.
When you cry, your best friend gets up and comes to you unconditionally, so that you can put your hands on the warmth and rest against the beloved fur.
Don’t ever forget.
Don’t ever abandon them.
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