Prosperity makes friends and adversity test them

April 19, 2022. No. 219

I also close my eyes to feel you. I need it to remain faceless and ageless, as required by souls magnetized solely by the mysteries of literary creation. There are times when real life drags me, imperfect-divine, and I cannot afford to contaminate these lyrics, to allow this magical seduction that embraces us to fall into the abyss. That is why it is essential that I dream of you, that I abandon the daily mortal that is in me and exist only for that morning from which you hold out your hand to me, thanks to which I have the privilege of becoming a compiler scribe of the eternal.

I like having friends, it's the only way to understand life from another perspective. Living through another person, with other experiences and other points of view. It's the only way you can live two stories at the same time and even think out loud.

As Emerson wrote: "A friend is a person with whom you can think out loud" but to reach that state of trust requires finding someone with whom you fully identify, which is not easy, because being Human is like the moon, which shows its illuminated face and keeps the darkness to itself. Of course, we are not the full moon at all times, sometimes defects or bad actions are visible. If we were suns, we would not have that difficulty, but we would lose the charm of going through phases in which one wanders from last quarter to first quarter... and this "imperfection" gives us mystery, and mystery always arouses a certain curiosity.

It is not for nothing that the moon is more romantic —according to the poets, although a good sunrise on the seashore is also a spectacle to be respected.

Apart from astrology, the human being always keeps unfathomable secrets; thought is constant and infinite and one cannot express more than a small part of what one feels or meditates; but he also keeps ideas intentionally —for not wanting to confess what he believes is a sin or for lack of trust in other beings—, hence the importance of finding someone in whom we place all our faith. They say that Aristotle said that a true friend is a soul in two bodies. I wouldn't say that much; I don't even know if it's necessary. Two friends can be very different, but, yes, they must have a common ideal, a sense of life that leads them to reciprocate, a kind of convergent gaze in the future.

According to Washington, true friendship is a plant that grows slowly and must resist the scourge of adversity in order to bear good fruit. Friendship is like a crop that is planted, and watered; it takes care of weeds, of the winds; time and effort is spent on it to make it grow towards the harvest. Life is teaching to define.

Friends are like watermelons. To find a sweet you have to try a hundred.

Socrates advises: go slowly when choosing your friends; but when you have them stay firm and constant. That is, don't rush to choose: dive to the bottom of that person in whom you are going to place your full trust and, once selected, risk everything for friendship, without leaving anything inside.

Not everyone who comes into your world is your friend and, as they say: prosperity makes friends and adversity test them.

I end with this phrase, which will surely brighten your day: friendship is as beautiful as love; it is love itself.