Précieux
Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. ~C.S. Lewis
What makes something precious?
What is it that gives something such inestimable value that it is lauded enough to place upon a special pedestal for the world to gaze upon in wonder?
Is it shared experience...the catch of mutual laughter, or the bond of a deep unfettered grief?
Is it the miracle of unity...the way that two people can look across a room, catch an eye, and feel the same little rush from head to toe and back again, without a single word shared?
What is it that brings simple, everyday objects to such a place of requirement in our souls...in our hearts...?
Everything is now. Everything is needed right at this moment.
The need for things that are precious...the sweet pain of memory...it is melting into the woodwork faster than we can hope to catch it in fleeting fingers.
I refuse to let memory fade.
More than ever, we need our precious.
Precious friends.
Precious memories.
Precious joys, precious pain.
Life is precious....
...don't let it slip.
God gave us memories that we might have roses in December. ~J.M. Barrie
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