My Writings

A Friend

Artwork: Antonia Avramova

Of all the things that one can be given, it appears to me that a good friend is among the best.

A friend who understands the hunger, the audacity of standing tall in the face of adversity, the sweet fear of breathing, of feeding the beast in one’s stomach.

So I told him that I was never really given a chance to challenge life in a defining moment, a moment that would require me to muster all of the courage that I have. A culmination, after which life would slide into a well-earned golden age… if I succeed.

But, he said, if you face it all at once it will kill you.

I’d much rather let it kill me than have it trickle down through my days like this.

We agreed that we’d talk about it.

And other things.

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