Hello, friends and lovers! Hopefully you’re not both to me. These days, I’m way overbooked to have you be both, and ambivalence is way outdated these pass few weeks. You. Can. Not. Have. Both.

You need to decide.

Rambling? You know I always have a point.

This is not a post about a lover. It’s about a friend. It’s about a lover whose insignificance discovered a friend. Or to be more correct, reunited a friend. Don’t you think it’s scary? To think about how many things we miss in life, how many people we miss, thinking we know everything, we know everyone, we know what to expect from people, we label them and put them in folders of specific use, and we pull them out of the folder accordingly? God, we miss out on shitload of things with being dazed by the moment.

I was trying to make some sense of the situation, and even though I may seem like a know-it-all, I actually do love an advice. Given I ask for it. An opinion. Suggestion. Point of view. Two heads are always smarter, and other people’s experiences may lead you to the solutions of your perplexedness.

I talked to few people. No one resonated with me. I started to talk to a specific friend that I would probably labeled as all over the place; with life, with her own relationships, lifestyle, and over all just about the last person I could think of that could understand me at this point. Yet this person come out with such sense, it was like taking a pill for headache and walking over to the other side completely intact with an an ambivalence of a lover convincing me of my own ambivalence. It was miraculous. Every sentence she said made such sense, every point had a meaning on top of the meaning, and it shook me to the core.

Over the years, you lose yourself with people. You move on, you live life, life takes you, sometimes idiots take you from people, but once in a blue moon some bring you back to the people, when you need to re-discover them.

Aside that, another confirmation, that the messiest of us, maybe hold all the solutions. The fact the vulnerability is EXACTLY the thing that make us the strongest.

Suddenly I felt almost sad. How did this person became so emotionally intelligent, and how did I miss it? What happened to her that made her so aware? And why wasn’t I there, and where was I when she might needed assistance? Or just me, standing there, being there. Or did she needed to walk that path alone, only to be this today? For herself, and maybe for me?

Its funny how life goes, and how we grow, and the circle we complete, or never climb off of, and how time is the most scary and beautiful and scary thing and, when you think about it, the only thing that can actually diminish us. Nothing else. But time.

Never ever ever underestimate anyone, and just try. Always try everything. You never know where your biggest ally might sleep, waiting for you to wake them up.