My Joy
In my crazy, packed and rather stressful life, I am thankful that I have a rope, a cord that holds my sanity and myself together. This rope is weaved together by the many strings around the cord of my faith. These strings are the people who God has placed in my life. Each encounter is unique and well cherished.
A sunbeam through a window where a cat lies basking in this ray of light describes how I feel whenever contact is made with friends I have been blessed with. I was hanging out with a new friend from work last Monday and had the best of times. Fancy that, we were just corresponding via email during our work hours in the two weeks he joined us but easily hit it off with a wonderful evening sharing over dinner and drinks after. As I will be leaving JAC soon, I will miss the fun and lively girls of my division, a few others from City Division, and a new friend, Samuel.
Hearing from old friends is just as heart-warming. A few weeks ago, Marcus was back for the school holidays. Even though we had very limited conversations, but it sure was refreshing to know that the friendship is still there after such a long time. A simple dinner shared with Joe and Gabriel did kindled similar niceness of the good times shared in high school.
The best one thus far was a phone call from a really old friend. I have known this guy since the days of a young girl in elementary school. We shared the same class together. We had one of those “Stand by Me” moments where a groups of kids were friends, were very attached with one another, and might have been confused by such emotions for love. Anyways, we went our separate ways once elementary school was over.
We lost contact but names were mentioned once in a while when we speak with our common friends. We did bump into each other once after 7 years of silence at the Bon-Odori held in Malaysia and soon after I left for Japan. Nevertheless, when he called me a few nights ago, we just talked and talked. It was not the superficial small talk but we were talking about what is going on in our lives right now and were able to care for one another like we have always been there.
It is amazing that through the years, our friendship was like wine. It was aged to become of quality and goodness. By situations like these I can say that true love do exist—not in the lovey-dovey mushy touchy-feely of plain emotions, but the commitment to see that each other is well and happy. Love exists in every human relationship and it is not a convenience as many see it to be.
Do I believe in love? Yes.
Do I believe in a lasting love and companionship? Yes.
With emotions, love is made alive. With reason and commitment, love is kept alive.
This is my concept of passion not only with friends, and the special someone, but it is also extended to everything I do that I will not put any resources and opportunities to waste.
