Whatever

I'm a dreamer. Born a dreamer, live to dream, will die dreaming. Now what is wrong with that? Nothing & everything. If I do not write these thoughts down, I will not be able to sleep & what's worse than no dreams? Bad ones.

I am not a bird, nor a plane, nor superman. But I'm a flyer of the highest kind. A human with human abilities & with Angels who will, at any moment, with or without asking, lend/give me their wings. I do not seek more beautiful wings nor stronger ones. I am growing & strengthening my own wings. Yes, I have wings. Good things tend to rub off on you when you hang out with the "right" crowd. The only & best way to grow/strengthen my own wings is to stay grounded. It's always hard to stay grounded, especially when I love to fly.

The irony of it all is that ground-folk screw with my wings & inspire ~ all at the same time. Out of 1,000,000 ground-folk, including myself, only 1 will truly help me out without selfish intentions of their own. 1 in a million. Cold, hard fact. I am my own best friend & worst enemy. The sooner I accept the truth, the closer I am to flying.

I am also feline by nature ~ independent, a survivor, adaptable, nine lives. Hesitate, I will not, to scratch the next dog/cat/ground-folk who tries to screw with my wings. Pause, I will not, to mince my words if they're just cold, hard facts. Selfish, I will be, if that's what it takes to survive. Screw all who can't handle that.

Friendship, Loyalty & Growing Up

Don't lose your way
With each passing day
You've come so far
Don't throw it away
Live believing
Dreams are for weaving
Wonders are waiting to start
Live your story
Faith, hope & glory
Hold to the truth in your heart
.
If we hold on together
I know our dreams will never die
Dreams see us through to forever
Where clouds roll by
For you & I
.
Souls in the wind
Must learn how to bend
Seek out a star
Hold on to the end
Valley, mountain
There is a fountain
Washes our tears all away
Words are swaying
Someone is praying
"Please let us come home to stay"
.
When we are out there in the dark
We'll dream about the light
Warm our hearts, everyone
.
If we hold on together
I know our dreams will never die
Dreams see us through to forever
As high as souls can fly
The clouds roll by
For you & I
.
~ Diana Ross ("The Land Before Time")

Charlotte

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.

~ E. B. White

True friendship consists not in the multitude of friends, but in their worth & value. ~ Ben Jonson

Today, I do not celebrate my measly years of existence. Perhaps the 100th year of survival may be worth a jubilation. What I truly want to commemorate is friendship.

Most of us will not remember the day nor date we became friends, except for those who keep a detailed diary recording the day I first did/said something crediting to my potential as a fellow comrade. The day we met & exchanged names doesn't count, does it? I don't think we had the slightest idea, at that initial introduction, what was to like or dislike about each other. Unless you're psychic or psycho, we could not possibly predict that we'd still be friends now.

A friend, by dictionary definition, is a person attached to another by feelings of affection or personal regard. He/she is also someone who gives assistance &/or support - someone on good terms with another, "anti-foe".

Among you, there are some whom I loved from the beginning. There were also others who seemed a little different and more unpredictable. But the one common trait amidst all you present pals is that our friendships evolved in the most phenomenal qualitative (not quantitative) ways.

Our friendships fly on its own. We fly on our own. It does not rely on being together regularly nor the need to gossip or share our darkest secrets. I could have been home alone today & I would still be reasonably happy with my life because some bunnies (& kitties) love me.

So there I was - not throwing an outrageous bash with 100 acquaintances I hardly know the names of - but with, & by specific choice, the finest selection of buddies anyone could ever hope to have.

When/if I reach my centennial anniversary, although I'm not quite sure if longevity is my heartfelt wish, I sincerely hope that you first-class, top-notch friends will have minds agile enough to challenge me on a simple game of UNO. Haha.

Thank you, 谢谢您, Kum Sia, Merci, Danke, Dank u, Grazie, "Hum-sa-mi-da", Bbl, Gracias, Khaawp Khoon Kha, Köszönöm, Doomo arigatoo gozaimasu...