A while back I was given the chance to meet an old friend all over again. I was floored by how much had changed and how much was still the same. Seeming like nothing more than a welcomed opportunity to recap the last six years, we were happy to share a few stories. I remember leaving our tiny exchange smiling ear to ear, anxious for the next encounter. Surely it came soon enough, and a few stories turned into a few hours and by the end of the month we had made a beautiful friendship.

A seemingly tiny accomplishment in the vast and changing world a friendship typically goes unrecognized. They're fleeting and fragile. They thrive on the care of not one but two people who must find a common ground sturdy enough to support the weight of themselves and such a seemingly tiny accomplishment. It isn't easy. They drift and split and crumble every day. They encompass a thousand tenses, times, and thoughts. A friendship does more for the soul than any other remedy here on earth. So it seems that in reality it wasn't a tiny occurance at all, but a monumental, life-altering gift carefully placed on my doorstep begging to be embraced.

My friend taught me to be wary of adventures. He warned me they'll come in disguise, like an ordinary day, or an old friend. He warned me to be careful not to miss them, or simply pass up the opportunity. Most importantly, he warned me that life, much like a friendship, is fleeting and fragile. It is for living. Unable to do anything now but take his advice and be thankful I met him when I did, I want to pass the advice onto you.

Be wary friend, life is for living.