A week of thoughts
by M. F. Luder
Through the years of friendship and hard work -- team work -- the five of them have gotten to know each other better than they know themselves. How could they not, after living as close as they have? How can you not believe there's nothing new for you to discover in your friend -- or even in yourself -- after being this close?
And when you think predictability has reached its closing point, you come face to face with the truth: things aren't always what they seem to be. They probably never were, but you just didn't want to see it.
We are blind because we don't wish to see what our heart hides.
The facts are always there, looking back at us and just hoping -- waiting -- for us to open our eyes and let ourselves see what's in store for us and our future.
It's in that moment of truth that we need our friends the most. Holding things up, eating everything you're going through and everything you're feeling, isn't the best way to do it. Talking helps and it's that help the one we need so much.
Five friends with five different ideas and ways to see life itself. Five friends with different analysis. Five friends, each one of them going their own revelation at the end of the day.
Five friends in the need of each other.
When you're so shock, so hurt and so much in pain, reaching out your hand in the hopes someone out there will hold it and stand by your side is your only salvation.
And it's only at the end, when that pain and burden has been shared by two, that you can face yourself and face the world.
* Started October 7th, 2002.
Finished November 24th, 2002.
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