My Friends

September... you just gotta love it! It's my favourite month of the year (although December comes pretty close). Most of us tend to like the month our birthday falls in more than any other. Why is that? Why do we feel so special on our birthday and so full of excitement and happiness? ...so much so that it spreads out to almost an entire month!
I'm not certain of the answer but I have a few ideas...We consider the day we're born special of course because we're such special people (modesty goes out the window). Now if only we were excited enough by our very existence that we reminded ourselves at least once a week of the fact that we can do so much with our lives on any particular day. Cynicism wouldn't stand a chance. But of course, human nature isn't going to allow any of that... tut tut... no happy thoughts beyond the acceptable limit. Frown. Complain. Criticise. Ah... the "joys" of life! I suppose complaining about human nature here is yet another example of human nature... converting really happy thoughts (first couple of lines) to really cynical ones.... *sigh*

Anyway, I would like to make a quick note about my friends, what they mean to me and what I mean to them. I refuse to use the term "friend" loosely and it takes years of trust (or very rare exceptions) for me to consider anyone a friend. I guess that's why they trust me so much. They trust me enough to always come to me first for advice even when I'm in no position to help them. Somehow, I always have something to say, which turns out to be useful. A friend of mine sent me an e-mail this week talking about how good my life is and how things have turned out for me just the way I wanted them to and asked for my advice with regard to her life. Of course I know her well enough to let her know what I think she's really good at and what would suit her quite well. That's when it struck me though... I really don't know what I want to do and I don't think I ever have. And that's when I realised that the best advice I could give her was to live today as if there was no tomorrow. If you don't think about tomorrow, is there really anything to fear?

Stay tuned for the next exciting episode. By the way Shankar, if you're still awake and reading this (I'd be amazed), I've decided to publish a post on my blog just once a week. This is a practice I used to follow a few years ago and it worked for me back then. I think it's a bit hard to find the time to reflect 3 times a week and after a couple of weeks, it feels like you're just doing it for the sake of the assignment. I really don't want that to happen here as this is an opportunity for me to get back to writing... maybe if I'm motivated enough, I'll start writing poetry again!