Feeling Cold

I still feel like writing. This coldness brought with the rain only keeps me kicking harder. Okay, the dark just cloaks my surrounding now.

To tell you the truth, I got nothing to say right now—I guess. But just can't stop my eager fingers from writing for more. They're just so athirst of it. So whatever I write in here must be out of my random thoughts then.

I am feeling cold. That's how I really feel at the very moment. Not only feeling cold physically but emotionally too. I don't know how exactly I got this kind of feeling. Could this be caused by the sullen weather alone? Or could there be more than that which I've never even noticed a bit from the start? "You should have known!" I could clearly hear my inner self.

So what could be the reason, or should I say "reasons"? There should be at least one. But I think I'm not in the spirit to explore my inner being for now. I just know that could be unfathomable. Also, I'm afraid I might only rediscover my olden past filled with pains, sorrow and grief!

Call me coward if you want! Or any adjective you think I am. But what can I do? I'm just so human sometimes—weak and vulnerable.

My fighting character is just so sober right off. And now I feel so slumberous. I believe it's time for me to give myself a rest. (Yawn) I'm hungry.

Until then!

Real Friendship

How friendly are you? Do you make friends with everyone you meet along the road in your life? Not necessarily, I would say. You really don't need to be friendly to everyone every time. I'm not saying that you should be unfriendly in that sense. You just don't need to look so friendly just to attract "friends" to you. Unknowingly you might only attract hungry and bloodthirsty wolves into your life. Life would be less meaningful without friends—what I'm saying here are the true ones of course. They sometimes are our life.

There are a lot of words to describe a friend. Oftentimes you run out of words to describe such one. Others may categorize their friends as "false" and "true". I don't need to do that anyway. All I know ever since is that the people who are genuinely showing who they really are with me and are willing to share a part of their precious life with me are called a friend.

By the way I just want to share a poem which was cordially given as an "e-card" for Christmas from a friend.

“Some people will be your friend
Because of whom you know
Some people will be your friend
Because of your position
Some people will be your friend
Because of the way you look
Some people will be your friend
Because of your possessions
But the only real friends
Are the people who will be your friends
Because they like you for who you are inside.”

-Susan Polis Schutz

P.S. Thank You Friend (Are You Be Why)! 

We both know in which category YOU fall in! (^-^)