A dear friend has written a letter, purging her soul onto paper as if it were God. Her soul lay bare, raw, before my eyes, before my soul, causing great weeping. The honor this friendship brings me is nothing I have felt before. We have never met in person, yet I know her like a sister.
Her grief goes as deep as my own, yet she has overcome hers with such magnificence that I envy the freedom she has found in spite of it. She has included me in her independence, her live adventure, her longing to be bigger than her pain.
I do not know if she realizes the power she gives others permission to claim through just being alive. I do know that that is not what matters. What matters is living a life of joy and passion for every breathing moment.
Life is good, if we only allow it to be...
Thank you My Friend
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