Honing One’s Homies

Sacred, Photo by BradensEye honing in with besties

The good ship ‘fellowship’ is the one that will get us through it all. Living is that school we can’t skip out of and still be able to attend. As our main institution of education, we must rely on our gut academy to guide us better than any administrators with whom we come into contact. When life is hurling rotten impudence our way, it’s the hair-raising help for these bald spots that mark my defense. These are the chosen ones who lift me from gamey to game on! Those who will go to the mat for me. A unique set of someones’ willing to dodge any bullet meant to bury my might. In the philosophy of ranking salvation, honing one’s homies is the humanitarian equivalent of ending crises. The right group of people becomes your gurus. All the world warrants having a masterful menagerie of folks who furnish your fancies, fads, and faults with their express confection for your sugar.

Friendship is the only cement that will ever hold the world together. ~Woodrow Wilson

This is the band of buddies that in all ways has your back. A brethren that will confer with you, court you, and make sure all your conquering is under the best influence. Of course, they might also remember to indulge with you in a gold-dusted drink-a-thon atop the world’s highest bar. But they’ll be at least one in the bunch prepared to walk it off traipsing around a bit the following day. Being picky about your pals comes down to matching how punctilious you are in the self-respect realm. You want the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. In an earthly society laced with crowds full of individuals, let your insulation reflect unending fuel for your fire. Yours are the peeps putting keen in peachy. When y’all are around one another the juices flow never runs low. Such souls have the knack to ignore distractions and aren’t ever too busy for you. This throng swarms sweetly, carrying an eternal torch for you.

A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself. ~Jim Morrison

Mine has entered my company as original strangers, associates, family, as well as prevailing friends. They sit and settle near and far. Their distance doesn’t affect their appraisal. Each in the span from older to much older, younger, and much younger, along with a good sprinkling right around my age. I’ve let my cadre come under my own scrutiny many a time. This is a natural part of the honing process. Carving a clan takes the correct cliqueing. Think of those atmospheres where you could shut your eyes, dress (or undress) from finest to messiest, be the antithesis of expectations, and through it all still felt safe. Whether at my rowdiest or demure, in a grueling battle with another or myself, a disruptor blazing ingenious or half-assed trails, I love my close cartel keeping me in check. The premium for figuring impeccable partnership is tactfully defined in the total details. The liberty to be whomever you truly wish to be ought to exist with the deficiency of permissions.

A true friend never gets in your way, unless you happen to be going down. ~Arnold H. Glasgow

My covey is a crew enabling hospitable characteristics through and through. Our team’s sharing capacities are off the charts. A declaration to my flock is their praise for my shared sense of ritual. They don’t bother to push religion, politics, nor practices on me. If anything, they’re wide open to hearing a new sense of learning I’m floating (or fumbling over). Furthermore, they won’t cut me slack if they think I’m shoving myself aside when I warrant care. Your greatest of friends will do the schlepping and stay for the snugging. In a landslide, this troop is the dam that halts any damage to you. While their grandest idiosyncrasy is the distinct impervious nature to your undoing. This elite gang is stamped with the naturally attractive qualities you need featured. Whichever wonder from sappy to super humorous ~ they’re like housing a squad of living Hallmark cards.

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art…. It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things which give value to survival. ~C.S. Lewis

Honing in for your incomparably friendly fellows is how to have the time of your life. We should seek mates in every moment like the oxygen we must have to breathe. For they will make the life or lack of us. I believe in the investigation of the spaces where we deliberate our seasons. In the length of places I pass my days, it’s more clear to me as I go along that progression runs its best course when focused on the inherent ‘progress’. Improvements don’t fall from trees or skies so handily. Ceremoniously tasking ourselves with the careful placing of our guardians is a sacrosanct security blanket. The value of hosting has new worth herein. To think we are untouchable, whilst daring to drop effusive valuation is the planetary objective. One is able to arm such a mission solely when their organism is excessively well supported. May your phat posse coalesce a cascade of illimitable caritas.

Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom. ~Marcel Proust

Garnish life with your gladiators ~ those so glad to have you along that their gratification forever feeds your inspiration.