When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures.. have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand..
The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing.. not curing.. not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness...
that is a friend who cares...
Such friends like our thoughts and our vision all were once strangers... composed of a certain constellation of ideas and feelings that surfaced from the depths of the distance within us ...
Somehow at a particular time.. they came from the distance toward our life... Their arrival seemed accidental and contingent...
but now our life is unimaginable without them. . Losing them is like losing our own self..
-and then..
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hamza ..
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