Today I`ve been thinking about friendship and what it means to me. For me on the first place it is mainly being there for each other as much as you can. And does not apply to good times only. It is in difficult situations that the true colors of friendship show. And it is definitely about quality over quantity. And most importantly as the remarkable Kahlil Gibran ( I`m going to tell you more about him soon)says in his amazing work “The Prophet” :
‘”For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.”
Indeed, as time passes by we appreciate that there are two main type of people who enter our lives- the ones to kill time with and the others- to live with. Sooner or later (and especially when we face challenges) we realize that the second type is the one that truly matters and we need to cherish the special connection with them.
And there is the most special type of all- the ones with whom your heart is truly opened and despite the distance every time you see each other it feels like it has only been yesterday since you last called them. The ones that we can call at any time and share whatever we need to. The friends for life. Let’s celebrate them.
And here is the whole poem by Khalil Gibran:
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness. A
nd in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.