Confidantes In The Clouds
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.” — Anais Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Our most non-judgmental friends, who don't say a word and might have animal friends of their own, are our pets that bring us solace and open our eyes to creature worlds.
Long-lasting or brief, some human relationships are more memorable than others. While friendships can fade or end in betrayal, others are resilient and deepen. A poem I wrote earlier and the Anais Nin quote (above) is my response to "reply to something someone else wrote", the Poets and Storytellers United prompt.
As Nin suggests, we broaden our insights when entering into a closeness with others and learn about ourselves along the way. Friends treat each other's vulnerabilities with respect and provide safe haven for honest conversation. We learn empathy from one another and acceptance of imperfections. Trust develops when a friendship is true. Friends encourage us and stick by us in the darkest of times.
When clouds brew, friends are supportive and tell truths no one else would dare do. And now in a world Anais Nin never knew, there are chatbot AI companions existing somewhere in the Cloud where computer programs are our confidantes and pretend friends. So as a backup, should any of these fizzle like mine did at age six, let us be our own best friend and befriend others as well as the planet that sustains us all.
Explore more at Poets and Storytellers United, SKYWATCH and Saturday's Critters.
Check out my sites: Postcards from Penelope Puddle and Musings of A Puddlist In B.C.
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An ode to friendship lost. I can relate.
ReplyDeleteNothing better than a close friendship that last years through thick and thin. Nothing worse than losing a friendship.
ReplyDeleteOnly time life for about 5 at most of close friends ~ they are treasures ~
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
clm ~ A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
It is hard to lose a friendship. I lost my BFF when she passed away from cancer.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is so evocative. It perfectly captures that sharp pang of childhood loss. You've touched on something so universal, the search for connection. I particularly liked your point about being our own best friend.
ReplyDeleteGreat sky.
ReplyDeleteSome friends are a great gift early in life and keep them through the years
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