I've been lying awake for several nights thinking about the connections I've made and the ones that stuck.
To be truly honest, I occasionally envy girls who have their girl squads who always "have your back". Because even in troubling times, I find it difficult to pick a person to share my thoughts with.
Post-uni with fewer and fewer friends around me, I find it even harder to make connections and stick with them. Sometimes, I really feel like I fail at being a friend - I don't take initiative, I'm not "fun" enough, people feel that I judge them... Some days I feel like I'm just tagging along following others around doing the stuff they like doing. Maybe to others, I'm needy, all too dependent, or just invisible.
It's feeling all of this which makes it even more precious when I find a kindred spirit.
Several days ago, I was sharing with a friend that when people get curious about me it makes me curious about them in turn (and mostly feel awkward too). And my reasoning was that it's because "I am always invisible to people". While he said that it was quite a stretch to say no one ever notices me, I mean more of no one ever notices me as a person. To be perceptive enough to see past my shell and want to know what I'm like on the inside.
Kindred spirits are like this -
They see you
and they reach out to you
knowingly unknowingly
Because they are curious
about the things kept quiet
and the endless depths to explore
Maybe of things that you both know
Maybe of things that you both feel
Maybe of a past interlinked
Maybe of a future possible
They will go lengths for you
just to get to know you
Because they know
if and when you find one
you have to keep them close to your heart
because kindred spirits are like
one in a hundred
times hundreds more human connections
And you'll never know when you'll meet another
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Here's to kindred spirits whom you recognise upon first sight
and will always see the best and the worst in you,
never tire of knowing more about you
even if it takes a lifetime
Thank you, kindred spirits who've crossed my path. May our conversations never run dry. And even if we are apart, may we be able to pick up where we've left off, always.
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