My Morning Truth Writing

I imagined the feeling I felt in my body when he spoke was the same as cryotherapy. I felt chills is what I’m getting at. Listening intently wasn’t something that we were new to. But in the old light of who we were to each other’s past, it’s important you know I was secure in myself and who I was and what we were. I did not listen to the endless reckless banter those around me had. Because I knew what we had between is. What he told me is what it is. And I think I lost sight of that. Because it’s never been the way that other people are comfortable with. But it’s always been REAL. It’s a connection I don’t expect anyone else to understand. But I know we can talk for hours.

Let’s put it like this, if I am inspired by him then I can essentially use (not in any negative way of course) him as my personal motivation. And he has confirmed in past conversation that I was an integral part of his life. I like to sit in the light of that truth. I like to sit in the light of truth that our souls are kindred. No matter what happens. I have a friend, and he has the same.

We are given the tools to make friends rather early, but we are not taught how to keep them. We are not taught that there are so many different friends and people. Most importantly you can’t box people into one group. We keep friends by aligning ourselves with those who are on a similar path as we. The companionship in working towards a similar goal or milestone in life is wonderful. But the only person I need to ask about anything I’m not clear on that he said, is him. Nobody else has his perspective. Literally and figuratively.