I think a lasting friendship is one of life’s greatest joys.
There are people who surpass the friend status and become family.
Their political opinions, religious beliefs and social ideology don’t always have to mirror your own, but as long as your respect and love for each other is at the forefront, then friendship will last.
I am lucky to have a handful of such people in my life. They are etched to my soul.
before the divorce; before the drama & complex relationships, there were these two lovelycreatures; my Mum & Dad.
after finding a photo album filled with old pictures, I have been feeling nostalgic and a little sad. it’s strange how the pain of my parent’s divorce lingers on my soul and feels heavy on my heart years after.
everything would have been different. but it’s not. and while I let myself mourn a little for the happy times we shared as a traditional family unit, I think of all the happiness my parents have gained in their life after.
I take a deep breath and remind myself that I do not, in fact, believe in regret and that I’m who I am today because of all the things I’ve experienced. I’m thankful that my parents are alive and made a decision for themselves that created their own happiness, and that while it was hard for me, it was a million times harder for them.
nothing is as bad as it sometimes seems and it’s true what they say; the sun shines after the rain.
Albert Camus once wrote, “Blessed are the hearts that can bend. They shall never be broken.”
But I wonder, if there’s no breaking, then there’s no struggle, and if there’s no struggle, then there’s no healing, and if there’s no healing, then there’s no learning. And we are a sum of all our experiences, of all of our learnings. So a broken heart is simply a part of life’s journey.
Yesterday I took a monumental step and got in contact with my Dad. For the first time in 6 years.