Reflections for a Special Friend
April 21, 2010
The tide of friendship does not rise high on the banks of perfection. Amiable weaknesses and shortcomings are the food of love. It is from the roughness and imperfect breaks in a man that you are able to lay hold of him…
My friends are not perfect – no more than I – and so we suit each other admirably. It is one of the charitable dispensations of Providence that perfection is not essential to friendship.
This post is inspired from the writings of Alexander Smith, a Scottish poet.
Painting: Reflections by Doris Joa