Tuesday, April 11, 2006

The Answer

A tribute to my TRUE FRIEND ...

For almost a year I always questioning "which one is the most precious one, Friendship or Love" ?

I tried to find the answer and I always failed.

Then just last week, there was a question at answer yahoo, questioned the same issue but with different version, "which one is the most precious one, friends or boy friend"

I remembered my answered of that question that the most precious one is our friend, because they always there when we need a help.

Was it the right answer ? I think so, because most of the person who answered the question choosed the same answer like me.

So..had I found the answer ? Yes, I found it, just found it today, but it is not "friends" but "TRUE FRIEND".

I don't have many "TRUE FRIEND" .. in fact I only have one.

I quote this "Friendship" inspiration from Kahlil Gibran..

... Your friend is your needs answered,
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the 'nay' in your own mind, nor do
you withhold the 'ay'.

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are
born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the
mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit
For the love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love
but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill ?
Seek him always with hours to live,
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed...

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