A ‘friend’ on that My Space website had some choice words to share regarding the pseudo-friendship you maintain on the MySpace realm. I went to comment on his post, and found myself purging a few choice words of my own.
Therefore, so as to not occupy too much of his comment space, I felt the need to blog this fucker out myself. I modified my comment, which didn’t change my point, just how many words it took to say it.
He was rather upset of the use of the word ‘friend’ and how many don’t take on the behavior of a friend, just requesting the ‘add’ for prestige or numbers. I agree with him.
I also have found the bastardizing of the word "friend" on MS, and yet there are a few who walk justly, and even really do make good on the term.
In the past several days, I have once again found myself learning the meaning of 'friends' and even 'family', let alone the larger aspects of 'life'.
Imagine if you will, having a family member, or really close friend, who, let's say is going away, likely to never return. You've been asked to see them off at the train station. You arrive, you help with the luggage, you even make sure they have all the accommodations, amenities, etc.
Let's say the train arrives and you help your friend board the passenger car, luggage and all.
You wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. ...
So you decide to take the time to go over your friendship, memories, ponderous questions and even some gossip or a few bad jokes....and you wait some more.
So, your friend or your family member decides to take a nap.... and they sleep. And you wait. And you wait some more.
Never knowing when they will wake again, or when that goddamn train is leaving. You've gone over so many things, and you are now at an uncomfortable level just making sure that your friend/relative is comfortable. So much to the point, it hurts like hell to see their face anymore.
So, you get up and say, "Look, I hope your trip goes smooth and easy. I love you." and you leave because there is so very little you can do anymore. You leave the train station, with your friend aboard the still not moving train.
You even stop and ask the conductor, "Excuse me, but any idea on when this train is leaving?".... “I’m Sorry. “ He replies "Nobody can really tell when this train is moving...” You nod in acknowledgement.
"But, I assure you, it won't be too long."
So what do you have left?
The time you were blessed with to spend with your loved one, regardless of how or when they left or are leaving.
Our 'friendship' or even this 'life' is comprised of memories we retain from our experience. Only WE can truly decipher where they land in respects to categories. We make the life we have by holding on to specific memories.
If we were only to keep the bad, well, let's just say that's no life for me.
I've had to learn a few harsh lessons in life. Even now, as I type, lessons are learned.
It breaks my heart how so many of us, including me here, have taken the little things for granted.
Like a phone call, a birthday card, help moving a couch, or even just a simple dinner, in or out.
Now, don’t get me wrong, many of us do lead busy lives, there’s no doubt. But, even just to keep tabs, every so often, even if all we do is leave a voice mail. Any thing. Any little thing at all.
Cherish the time we have no matter what, make good with your own time while you’re here. And, just so you know, I’m not preaching to just you. This is for me. I need to learn this and practice it too, so if anybody is isolated here, be advised, you’re not.
As in the above mentioned example, I have to leave the train station for now, waiting for that whistle to blow, letting me and the world know that my brother is finally leaving.
I had the blessing of getting some time with him, and my family too. Some are still at the station, on the train with him; some are willing to trek back and forth to see him off, everyday.
Such a strange position, this whole waiting thing, but my point is still the same. I just hope and pray I honor my brother by keeping diligent with family ties, friendships, and common courtesy.
That’s all for now,
Take care of you and yours,
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