QQ XIII

The great thing about having friends that know about who you are, where you've been and what you're good it is that you come realize that they care when you don't act like the person they know you are or find you when you aren't where you're supposed to be and encourage you to pursue what you're most passionate about. A good friend will value you; yesterday my friends made me feel valuable. I regretted that I hadn't spent as much time with them as I should have.

It is easy to sulk about a problem than it is to work towards solving them.

I wonder if dreams have any value considering how many people I've known who abandon them. I believe their value is based on context; coins in the pocket of a vagrant have more meaning than if they were in Donald Trump's pockets. Both value the dollar, but what they have already amassed will determine their value.

I've had the kind of work week that makes me yearn for 5pm; I'm blessed that I can say that I had a hard week, and even more blessed to know that God has provided me with a means of employment.

I was implored to live where I wasn't afraid to let tears fall; I laughed at the advice, but was moved that it was mentioned as a remedy. It reminded me of the first stanza of a Maya Angelou poem called Tears:

Tears
The crystal rags
Viscous tatters
of a worn-through soul.