It is an interesting find of life that there aren't many in humans of your age that would altruistically cherish your abilities. It also remains a vibrant truth that if you master some talent, you want recognition for it. It remains not far from reality that others are pulled toward you because of an unusual aspect that you may possess. Amongst creatures that dwell in your surrounding there will always be some drawing close to you or at least making an effort to. These are the beings you tag as 'friends'. And in the midst of living like this for a very long time one word that has drastically failed to project an image before my two decades old eyes is friend.
The problem identified here is that one allows the pulling over person to pull over. Because friends are a choice of yours, you give their stay in your life a chance. Unfortunate is the truth that the more you grow closer to a person, the uglier they will become. A time comes when the rose of brightly shining qualities of one that drew the dweller begins to wilt. When the sharp tips of thorns on your happy rose plant of companionship go bloody, it begins to pain and ache too.
The solutions seem to be that either you and the drawing dweller possess the same qualities to exist like two healthy roses or one remains the flower and the other the pot. It seems tangible that one can become the protecting thorns for you; call me unfortunate when pronouncing this but friends don't really make it to being thorns for the rose you may be or not be.
Have I ever reached to the position of protecting a flower in my life? I have tried.
The problem identified here is that one allows the pulling over person to pull over. Because friends are a choice of yours, you give their stay in your life a chance. Unfortunate is the truth that the more you grow closer to a person, the uglier they will become. A time comes when the rose of brightly shining qualities of one that drew the dweller begins to wilt. When the sharp tips of thorns on your happy rose plant of companionship go bloody, it begins to pain and ache too.
The solutions seem to be that either you and the drawing dweller possess the same qualities to exist like two healthy roses or one remains the flower and the other the pot. It seems tangible that one can become the protecting thorns for you; call me unfortunate when pronouncing this but friends don't really make it to being thorns for the rose you may be or not be.
Have I ever reached to the position of protecting a flower in my life? I have tried.
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