~ we are chiwasu ?!

A friend is someone that i can pester.. whine to..
make fun of.. tell everything to.. share my discoveries with..
go everywhere with.. eat everything with.. laugh at everything with..
sing to.. can answer all my questions and is still patient with me..
can put up with the noise i made.. that i would miss and miss me..
that is excited to see me like i’m excited to see her.. that i can share my life stories with..

- via poke

poke has an interesting insight to what a friend is or should be. other than the fact that all her friends are females (that’s sexist… though we know it was an unintentional slip…).

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truly, sharing fruits of joy with friends is indeed a blessing. it’ll be great and bonus if they could share our sorrows right? still, no one likes hearing all those sad stuffs we faced in life.

then again, be it whether if they are willing to listen or otherwise, we are selective in choosing who we share our sorrows, fears and weaknesses with. revealing them makes us very vulnerable. it’s like handing a blade to them and having the need to make sure you don’t find the blade sticking in your back. so, the choice of selection of who we can confine in (IF we ever do so) is small. at least, they have to have a proven track record.

perhaps, it’s safer to hear their sorrows and keep ours inside until we are ready to do otherwise. for we know we won’t betray them, yet we do not know if they would do otherwise…

sad but true.

as of now, from a track of 23 years… his highness has one blade still sticking out of his back. he refuses to remove it. it helps him to remember. and that’s why, he can forget, but never forgive (because he was reminded of it recently). it has left a mark.

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verdict:-

1. sharing joy is great! sharing sorrow is probably dangerous since it makes us too vulnerable. unless handing out blades is a hobbit of yours.

2. share with care. share little to few.

3. share in bits. never share the complete story.

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for anyone who has a blade now. don’t ever use it. he never forgives nor forget. for he is not a saint and never will be.

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nevertheless, he love them all!