The older I get, the more I witness, the more I realise that it is the smaller, quieter – although not always – and non earth shattering moments that provide the best, the deepest feelings of gentle pleasure.
I have said it before, and until they slam the door in my face I shall continue to say it: I have the best friends. No two the same, in looks, in character, in approach, Except for one thing they all have in common.
They accept. They acclaim. They celebrate. They laugh, they cry, and they are honest.
Some are almost next door, some a little further down the road, some at a distance. But all are close.
And each has a pile of good, bad and indifferent thundering through on a regular basis. And each has moments of good, bad and indifferent coping, dealing and side-stepping. But each will park the moment if they see the need in another for comfort, for warmth, for a shoulder, an ear, a gin.
And it is those moments, when you see them park the world and open themselves to one in pain, in confusion, in distress, that show who they are. And there are so many moments. And they will always open.
And their capacity to support never seems to end. And give and ask for nothing back. And the sun shines, because it has no choice. Even in the heaviest storm.
So the quiet little times, a walk, a quiet reflection, silent company, reinforce my gratitude to know these people. And the not so quiet – 4 people, 8 cocktails – is a chance to revel.
Could life be any better? Well, of course. But am I content with this little galaxy of stars, definitely.
And the rest, we will sort that out too.
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