Karen’s Thoughts #7: Comrades
When I was a young buck in the 90’s
I never had a problem making friends
despite having to keep most of my life a secret due to being
I could keep people near me spiritually, if not
My mother always made it a point to tell me
it’s not what people know about you
that makes you their friend,
it’s your unconditional support in the face of mutual respect.
But now that I’m in my 30’s,
I’m seeing that the older we get
and the more damage we accumulate
in our separate life journeys,
we pile on conditions that
don’t allow for those pure connections.
It’s painful to realize that we all can
speak the language of friendship but
we filter ourselves due to a fear of
How can we destroy those filters?
I ask myself that everyday…