And Its Beauty Stares Back

Friends. Nope, not that sitcom that went out with a predictable fizz rather than a shocking bang.

To be honest, I really should be thankful for some things.

Most of the topics I post here are related to a conversation I hold with friends, or some other event that a friend had a hand in.

Last night, I had a candid and frank discussion with a friend. I never knew how good this friend was until this conversation, and it shames me to admit that.

It was most surreal, even if it was assisted by fermented grapes in a glass. The kinship I felt was almost to the level of a sibling I’ve never had.

Their strength, their ego and their soul was being presented to me, and for a second, I felt empowered.

For this person to be honest, even though they were as subtle as the gentle brush of a feather, it is something that shouldn’t be taken for granted. That this person shared their innermost feelings, their dreams, their hopes and their personal worries displayed a trust in me that was spell binding.

In my experience, this is hard to come by these days.

This friend shared with me something that seemed – to me – as most sacred, and it was something that they didn’t need to share with anyone.

For a single moment in time, I could see their soul, in a hue of an honest blue aura, staring me intently in the eyes. I was awestruck, I was moved, I was touched as I held their trust in my hands. Cradling it and admiring it, all I could do was stare right back at it blankly.

Because it was beautiful.

To me, it is people like this who are inspirational.