I need a rest after five grueling days. Both of my legs are in great pain, probably due to stress. The coming week would equally be hectic and grueling.
Before I say goodnight (ah, it's good morning), I just like to share an abstract of the philosophical thoughts by Grayling on friendship, relationship and parting:
Therefore, one good way to know what sort of person someone really is, is to examine not the friends but the friendships he has maintained through time.
However, it is important not to restrict the idea of friendship to current living beings, for, one can have friendships with those dead and gone, including those characters in the books, historical figures, animals and in particular, those whom we have not met but has somewhat become friends in the cyber-world.
The key lies in who we talk to, and who we listen to, on what really concerns us. What we discuss with friends stays alive in the relationship thereafter, affecting its course and influence the character of the parties to it.
Aristotle described a friend as "another self", and that is sometimes true enough to make a friend the deceiver we need when we need to be deceived, and the absolver we need when we need absolution. But more importantly still, friends are the others we need, and who need us, for the sake of the difference and connectedness which give us the feedback, the testing ground, the support and the acceptably modulated challenges that condition us, and the companionship and merriment that keep us sane.
In a world full of enmity it is always interesting to contemplate the nature of friendship. A friend is a person who gives without being asked; who understands, or tries to, who rejoices at good fortune and supports through bad; who tells unpleasant truths and pleasant untruths when either is necessary; whose affection is freely given, and who makes the innocent and proper assumption that all the claims, expectations, rights and duties of this vital and valuable human bonds are reciprocal.
To treat a friend as another self is always to will the best for the other person for his/her own sake. However, friendship, once made, need tending and nothing replaces time together, in circumstances where other pressures are lifted so that the gates of communication can spring open, allowing free trade to pass between.
Parting: Partings might be endings, or new beginnings; they might be too temporary for the sweet sorrow they are poetically identified with, or, they might leave wounds that either take too long to heal, or never do heal.
The idea of parting of the ways offers a conundrum: you come to the parting, and do not know which road to take in order to reach your destination. You do not know which is, yet you are allowed only one question: what can you ask?
No matter what the circumstances, to part from anything of value, whether people or things, is to forfeit something of oneself. It is as if the other entity has grown into one, suggesting the reason for describing oneself as attached to it. Like the well known lyric:
To leave is to die a little;
It is to die to what one loves;
One leaves behind a little oneself;
At any hour, any place."
Every progression through life is a parting from what went before. Parting do teach us that, to gain you have to give up, that to be alive is to change, and that change involves the death of current so that they can become the past.
Optimistically, we see a fresh beginning in every parting. However, too many beginnings make for few endings. In fact, rather few partings are endings.
The answer to the conundrum of the forked road is: you ask one of the men to point out the road that the other man would say is your route. And then, since the pointed road will be wrong, you take the other road.
The right road is usually clear to anyone who will give some thought to the puzzle of which, among so many wrong roads, is the right one, for truth and falsehood combine to give truth whenever ways reach a parting.
Reference: A.C. Grayling: The Heart of Things.