Letter to my best friend

When you have a bad day, I want to get inside your mind and kick some butt.

And then I realize

that nothing is permanent and a shitty day will soon be replaced by an ecstatic one.  Things will be so good, you'll just about forget that you've had shitty days.  And then you'll have a shitty day again.

And perhaps all that doesn't even matter because it seems your job here is not about your own happiness.  You walk through life, passing through the lives of others, making them better.  You let people know that it's ok to be themselves.  You take their hand and show them how.  You smile and light up their world and then let go. You keep walking.  Walking down a path that is the only one for you.  It is a path only for you.

And the people you touch are always ready to extend a hand to you, hoping that you will hold on and stay awhile.  But you keep walking.  You carry a piece of them in your heart and they love you deeply and truly.

You keep searching for beauty and for perfection and for satisfaction.  And you do whatever it takes.

And sometimes you let me walk with you and we laugh and we sigh and we touch.  And when you need to walk alone, I watch you struggle with the thorns that scrape and cut you.  And I hold my breath, waiting to see if you will just step around, or cut the thorny branches, or simply choose a different path.

And I wish I could help, I wish I could fight with you. But I have my own thorns and your path is too narrow and I am not meant to be there.

But I hope that you know that you are even more beautiful in your struggle.  I can already see the people ahead, whose lives you are about to walk into, who will be forever changed, like so many before them.

And I think

I can't wait to walk beside you again.