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| How do you do the things that you do? |
| 07.27.04 (6:50 am) [edit] |
Isn't it funny how people can spend years and years wandering through life, either with a known purpose or without. And during our travels, of the many people we meet, how many names we forget. We throw up a curtian of illusion in order to portray what you think they want to see. Becoming false for the benefit of these people, whos memory is eventually destined to become obscured within the jumbled thousands of other memory fragments floating inside your brain, so that you might someday recognize their face if you were to see them on the street.
And then, through coincidence, luck, fate perhaps, you find yourself staring into the face of one person who is somehow able to claim a prestigious place in our lifelong memories. It is something undefinable. You can't quite put your finger on it, but you almost feel as though you already know this person. They see you, as though you are trying to hide behind a sheet of glass and they smile. You intuitively recognize them and you are instantly friends. I speak of kindred spirits.
There are only a handful of these, what I like to call Known People, that enter the drama of our lives. These people, through their influence, have the power to help you climb mountains or bury you beneath them. They can set the very stars in motion and change the course of your entire life. Your existence, attitudes and choices are shaped by them to an extent that I do not believe most of us are willing to realise.
An easy, effortless friendship that you work at because you enjoy it so much. Comfort within the knowledge of each other, even though that knowledge hasn't necessarily been voiced, brings down walls and defences as easily as the trembling wrath of an earthquake. So now we are suddenly vulnerable but somehow happy that someone has so easily been able to breach the fortress that we build around ourselves, as though they already had the key. Whether we have voluntarily hidden ourselves away, or we have been freed, the door has been opened and we can once again see the sun.
How good it feels, to be able to shrug off those pretenses around a Known Person who is free enough to do the same.
How wonderful to be comfortable enough to be real.
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posted by: Danette (reply)
post date: 07.27.04 (5:44 pm)
But then you find yourself years later staring at the same person and realizing that you were so busy being real to them that you weren't real to yourself.
posted by: SNEEVIL (reply)
post date: 07.27.04 (7:18 pm)
Reply to: Danette
I think you missed it, sweetie.
posted by: rilla (reply)
post date: 07.27.04 (9:57 pm)
Oh Michelle,
Have you read any of the Anne of Green Gables books. I know they're very innocent and naive, but the way Anne talks about Kindred Spirits will always make me have faith that real friendships can exist. Anyway, you reminded me of that with this post. I'm glad you have faith in those special friendships.
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