Eat the damm chocolate cake. Get your hair wet. Love someone. Dance in muddy puddles. Draw a picture with crayons like you’re six years old. Take a nap. Go on a holiday. Do a cartwheel. Make a potion. Dance like no one is watching. Paint each nail a different color. Take a bubble bath. Laugh your heart out. Get on that table and dance. Pick strawberries. Take a jog. Learn a new language. Write a song. Make a scrapbook. Go on a picnic. Relax in the sun. Kiss the un-kissed. Hug the un-hugged. Love the un-loved. Live your life to the fullest so at the end of the day you have no regrets, no sorrows, and no disappointments.
When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those, who instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face us with the reality of our powerlessness…
that is a friend who cares.