There ain’t nothing like the warmth of friendship after a long journey. Coming back to a place where open arms abound, opportunities are everywhere and the river of life is flowing strong is truly a blessing.
I am in my hometown of Montréal and people keep asking me how hard it is to come back to so-called ‘’reality’’.
Well my friend, have you ever put on a warm glove in the frisky morning air of early winter? Yes, just like that.
I don’t make up many stories in my mind anymore. Wherever I am, I am.
There is no tension. I guess some of us are still missing the point that, wherever we find ourselves, the only place is now. That’s where the party is at and will ever be anyway.
I get this overwhelming feeling that I did not really leave and in a way, I never truly did.
I’ve travelled around only to be in a whole lotta nows. ‘’Now’’ here or ‘’now’’ are kind of the same. As if in one big intemporal bubble, spatiality is just another concept we hold on to in hopes of tying together this inexplicable experience we named reality.
Pardon my roaming around with words. Let’s not make up too many stories about freedom and the art of living. There’s much more to learn from roasting a toast in the morning than a few written words on a page.
Back to the subject at hand: friendship.
To me, it is one of the greatest riches that any man, woman and non-binary peeps can ever be given. I’ve heard, many times before, that it’s hard to get one true friend. I never really got that saying.
It’s as if a farmer would plant seeds in only a few places because he is afraid that all other places won’t bear fruit and expects to sow a garden that encompasses the whole field come the end of summer.
As I am concerned, I’m no hesitant farmer.
I’ve thrown seeds of friendship up in the air, given whole bags of kinship at first glance and considered people as if they were life long friends from the start.
Life’s too short to hold out on love. One day, when the reaper’s taxi comes at the door, we may regret not sharing enough.
Don’t you want to come home to a luscious garden filled with delicious fruits? Or better yet, don’t you want the future generation to rise in an environment full of grace?
I sure do.
