words of truth...a reminder of discovery

“I truly believe that love is the discovery of ourselves in someone else and the delight that follows in the recognition.” – JBK

There are some friends in this world that we see on a daily basis, enduring together the daily grind of life. Then there are those friends that we see on occasion, greeting one another with open arms and lifted spirits, ready to embark on a new journey, memories in tow. And then there are those friends, much rarer but much more precious, whom we may not see for months or even years. But when we meet again, face to face, it is impossible to understand how we have existed for such a time without the other. Those friends who carry a piece of our hearts with them at all times; those friends we carry in our hearts with each step.

It was one of these friends that I saw for the first time in nine months only a few days ago. It was that same friend that wrote the beautiful quote above, words that ring with truth and wisdom. Standing under ancient oak trees, the wind chilling on a southern afternoon, no words were needed. It did not matter what we said to one another, nor did it matter what our lives have entailed in the time we were apart. In that moment, under those old oak trees, nothing mattered other than a look of knowing, of understanding, of acceptance. Nothing mattered other than the reminder of the true value inherent in a friendship of this kind.

Nothing mattered other than the discovery of a piece of ourselves in the other and the delight that followed in that recognition.