Some are former friends. Some are future friends. Yet still more, and perhaps even the vast bulk of interpersonal acquaintances, whether great, small or anywhere in between, are merely Purgatorial in nature. Or rather, many are but friends in waiting. Because sometimes we (hopefully) humble human beans, we who may forever struggle desperately to sprout, ever clawing to burst through the earthly crust within which we are quite literally rooted, to strain, to stretch, to reach beyond our mortal grasp toward the photosynthetic brilliance of the great Divine. So, sometimes we may simply have little choice but to wait until the moment when we are truly ready to actually BE, or merely to have, the truest of friends.
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?"
~ Robert Browning
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