“Come to me, unsought”– on friendship…

Here I share something important as I yearn for friendship coupled with truth in friendship and invite what I deserve to me with the dignity I uphold for the desert. I have often said I am Emersonian, expressing my love for Ralph Waldo Emerson and his works. He is the only author in this lifetime I want to eventually be like. The only one I truly admire. The only one. He is the one that showed me good spirits understand good spirits, insight is distinction, friendship when true is priceless and so much more. So going back to his essay, Friendship, which is free online because it is so out of copyright, I come with quotes. I also recommend the essay. This here, if you’re here, is a type of friendship I will never abuse. Thank you for being here. Emerson’s words:

Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, — a possession for all time. Nor is nature so poor but she gives me this joy several times, and thus we weave social threads of our own, a new web of relations; and, as many thoughts in succession substantiate themselves, we shall by and by stand in a new world of our own creation, and no longer strangers and pilgrims in a traditionary globe. My friends have come to me unsought.

–Ralph Waldo Emerson