Two Horses
Do you have any friends? I am not talking about acquaintances or people who are fun to be with. I am not talking about people who work with you, people who live next door or room mates.
I am talking about people who care so deeply for you that they give of themselves. I am talking about people who put your needs before their own in the same way that a mother cares for her young. I am talking about people who are devoted to you, when the people who should be, are not.
I am talking about people who you can trust, really trust. I thought that I knew what friends were because I always had a lot of friends. I had friends who seemed to care about me and I knew that I cared about them but this is something very different.
I didn’t know that this kind of relationship existed. I remember my mother’s telling me that, “You can pick your friends but you can’t pick your relatives.” Her words have come to build their nests in the branches of my very being, for the last six years.
I have come to the conclusion that we must have a trench born of sadness, carved into our souls before we can welcome the outpouring of a true friends’ love. Without having a depth of character that is spawned by grief, we can not embrace or realize which of the people around us are steadfast. I thank God for the sadness that I have experienced because it has sculpted my consciousness and has awakened my understanding of what really matters in life.
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