I Must Have Done ...

Warning: A very whiny post. Gosh, feels good to rant sometimes

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

This song came to mind when I reflected upon the unexpectedly nice things that my blogger buddies said to me these past few days. Some words were very flattering - that I'm hotter than some siren-like female bloggers. Heh, never expected that kinda comment! But thanks anyway, guys! Some were truly encouraging - that he thought me to be the most prolific blogger on social, personal issues by a country mile. Now, that was truly unexpected lar. I supposed when it comes to looks and content, it's all a matter of perspective. But me, being me, I'd accept any compliments I can get. The more, the merrier I'll be Hope you guys don't mind me posting this - it serves as sweeteners and boosters on dull and dreary days.

I was also reflecting over how blessed I am to have a few good friends in my life. However, with the feelings of gratefulness comes pain. For I know that I would have to say goodbye to some of them soon.

As I mentioned before, I hate pain. And because of that, I was actually entertaining thoughts of whether it's worth the while to actually get closer to those said friends. The closer you get, the more painful it is when the time to separate comes. It's easier to say goodbye to people who are not so stuck to your heart that when they go away, you feel that part of your heart is being ripped apart. You are left bleeding. Wanting. Yearning.

And while you can keep in touch (modern technology makes it so easy to do so), you know and they know that it won't be the same. That friend recedes to some remote corner in your heart. But you know and they know that the friendship is strong enough that when you meet face to face again after many moons, it's like you've never parted.

But in the mean time, you two will lead separate lives. Find new friends to hang out with. Grow individually. See new things and savour new experiences that the other friend only gets to hear about when you next converse with each other.

"Don't be silly," said a good friend to my thoughts of distancing myself. "Make the best of the time you have left. That's the way to go."

Wise words indeed.

It's hard. It's painful. But as cowardly as I sometimes can be, as much as I want to hide from feeling all that pain, I know that I'm darn lucky to have such wonderful friends. And when something so good and so precious like great friends and unexpected encouragement happens, I feel that I must have done something good in my childhood to deserve all these.