Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence, A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.
Yes, hmmm. What does being a friend really mean? If you love the deepest love, first for self and then for others, you will understand that no matter what happens it is all good. It is all clearing the path to your own soul, the weeds away from your own happiness. And then you want this same freedom for your friend. For all those you love with the deepest love that Life has for itself through all of us.
Then you must stand present, sometimes silent, as witness to your dear one’s unfolding. To their breaking open, to their spreading wet and creaking wings, to their leaping off the cliff to their own flight of being all they might be. They might not soar at first. Did you? But if we don’t let our friend leap how will they ever know if their wings are for flight or for dragging behind them?
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