ive walked a thousand miles apart from where ive been meeting strangers that never occurred to me will be my friends and considered me as one. my life intertwined with others for a moment for reasons that sometimes i dont understand and only God knows what was beyond those reasons. and with each phase that its time to say adieu, i felt the twinge and tears have always been my solitary way of releasing at least half of that pain. why does it hurt to have friends? why do i even bother letting them in to my life? and then i remember the countless reasons why.
they make me laugh in their own silly way when my day seems so clouded;
they always have their way of telling me when im being a bitch and when im doing something good;
they make me exist by confiding in me their dilemmas and asking for my advice or what i think of is right or just be that someone who'll just listen;
they helped me to expand the little acumen i have which i thought is enough for me to go on with my journey;
they assist me in embracing the treasures i have;
and there are more... and then those tears and pain suddenly becomes insignificant with all the little bliss that theyve given me and partake in my life. i'll never get tired of this for i know that at least i have something to look back to and reminisce when i grow old. if i didn't, my life would be an empty book without chapters or stories to tell. pristine condition but lifeless. i would rather be the tattered book with a thousand stories to tell.
