I GOT A FRIEND BACK.

This text will go in different directions fast and might seem confusing. I apologize. Please indulge me.

I started writing years ago, I couldn’t possibly retrace the genesis of this hobby. I have always been like that, in my feelings to quote Drake. I had always wanted to document my thoughts, my feelings, the principles I live by, my odd encounters, etc. I started by using a pen and paper, then I would transcribe everything on my computer so I could keep track of my work. Today, I write exclusively on my laptop and just a tad on my phone. I never considered publishing or sharing my texts. They felt personal, private. I knew if I did so, I would be undressing my soul in public. Who wants to be metaphorically naked in front of an audience? I am not a fan of nudity, except when the Goddess Hale Berry is…

All this started as a hobby and has become a way of life. I would wake up, I’d write things down and never think twice about the impact of my work. I didn’t know how it affected the very people that were reading them. After a few texts were out, people would come up to me and congratulate me on my work. They would encourage me and tell me that my texts have become part of their daily routine. I must admit, few things could work as a higher praise. It is tremendously humbling to hear kind words and encouragement from people I love and know and from people that I didn’t know and have never met. As strange it may sound, I am happy and honored to share my stories. They are not perfect, and neither am I, but I believe in sharing what I know. I find it fun and quite educational to hear people’s thoughts on my thoughts.

A few themes are recurring in all my texts: self love, self respect, friendship, family, forgiving, apologizing, improvement, smiling, laughing, loving, caring, letting things go, learning, enjoying life, living a happy life and so on. I refuse to let negativity and bitterness infect my body and mind. Therefore, my texts are filled with optimism and positivity because of who I am. Every writer reveals themselves through their work, whether they like it or not. I still don’t know what my purpose is with these texts, except sharing what I know and sharing what I have been through. I don’t know where I am going with this, that is a certainty but for now I am just enjoying the ride and all the feedback I am getting from people which is amazing.

Now to the subject matter of the day. A while ago, a friend I hadn’t spoken to in almost 10 years came onto my radar on social media. I will not divulge the reason of our divide, but it was complex, complicated and quite powerful to say the least. I thought we would never talk again, and I had made my peace with the situation. Yet, we connected on Instagram and started to like each other pictures and leaving comments as one does on Instagram. The man I am talking about is truly an amazing guy. He is a family man and a father, and he was a big brother to me and someone I looked up to. I have always admired who he was, how he acted, how he hustled, how nice and tough he was and still is from what I saw.

We got to talking and he told me how much he enjoyed my posts. He thought I worked in media (maybe I should!) and we went from there and started talking again. I cannot tell you how good it feels to speak to someone you have always admired and cared about! It was heartwarming to reconnect with him. The reason why I am sharing this story is simple: you never know what life has in store for you. I thought a friend was gone forever but we are back into each other’s lives. Why? Who the fuck knows?

Reconnecting with him helped me realize and understand that life doesn’t have a specific formula or guide you could follow to make things right. You could apologize and go from there but with him I never got to apologize so I let it be, telling myself, unconvincingly that it didn’t matter. I burned a bridge I shouldn’t have but life or karma or God had other plans for us. I understood that the only thing one could do, in my opinion, to find a way to make it right. If you cannot, then try to be as decent and nice as you can to people, not because karma will get it back to you tenfold or hundredfold. That isn’t the reason even if it looks like it is. You should be decent because it is the right thing to do. In the spirit of transparency, I have done a lot of good in my life, but I have also messed up and I have hurt people. I am not proud of hurting people, however, good can come from a bad situation. Through my mistakes, I have learned and hopefully I have become better. We are not perfect, and we should stop acting as such and even more importantly, we must stop looking for perfection. We should strive to improve. We should strive to be better people, more decent, kinder, more forgiving, more relaxed. I reconnected with my friend because it was effortless. Neither him nor I pushed for the connection. It just happened, organically, swimmingly. Some would say that it was time for it to happen and perhaps it was. Some would say it was karma. My take is: Who the fuck knows…?

My writing has reached and touched people and I will forever be grateful for that. My writing has also brought back a friend in my life. I only set out to write for me, as I am a selfish individual but sharing the texts was more of a dare than anything else. Did I get my friend back through my texts? Did I get him as a reward for having done right by people (most of the time) all these years? Was it an accident? Perhaps if I hadn’t published my texts, I wouldn’t have connected with him. Or perhaps I would have. Perhaps if Instagram wasn’t invented, you know what I mean?

Yet, does it matter in the end? The only thing that matters is that I got him back. Let’s even forget about my friend for a second. Through my work and by doing what I love, I got to know people, connect with them, open minds and ESPECIALLY OPEN MY OWN MIND to new ideas, to new perspectives. I got to argue with people. I have even revised certain point of views I held, etc. My writings have opened so many doors for me and I am grateful for every second of it and every word I have ever written. Thanks to all of you out there reading my texts daily. Thank you a million…

The second part of my message is quite simple: do the thing you love. Do whatever you are passionate about. It doesn’t matter what it is, just do it. Whatever it is, let’s agree that it matters to you more than it does to anyone else. Be selfish. Do what you love and do it because you love it, not because you are getting a reward or money. If you do get a reward or money, then more power to you but, please do it because it makes you happy. Do it because it means something to you. Do it because it is important to you. Do not do it for others. Do what you love and who knows? Perhaps you might get back a long-lost friend.

Just one man’s opinion.

Now smile, do the thing you love and go on with your day.

Freeman. B

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