One friend..

one evening, amidst work and everything spinning around, as your brain involves itself into a scrutiny of intellectual work mixed up with basic stupidity and randomly scattered nonrandom thoughts, you realize that you are just grateful for someone in your life. You know it, you value that person every day, but today you felt a special sensation, deep sense of realization that among the billions of people on our planet, you met this one person of special sentimental value that you are fortunate to call your friend. How rare and how special the bonding is. At this point, you do not care about the length of this bond or the future outlook, all you look at is the very present, the very present that makes you feel especially cozy on this cold winter night, cuddled up in a blanket you type up the characters on an old friend you have been so reliant upon, especially during the times of solitude and uncertainty. As ironic as it sounds, the moments like this when a sudden wave of realization hits your foggy brain, you truly feel alive. You feel like you are living life to the fullest (as they all say), where the sensation runs deeper and it feels so natural to think about it. There comes the inspiration, a thin fragile piece of light making its way through the thick layer of the darkness, ready to shine further. Here comes the moment: you either reach towards and let it in or wish you did and return to your normal life, remaining in the dark room filled with a bit of light. It is your choice, you decide.