On this day, a year ago we lost a friend. I can’t compare my loss with those who by losing him lost their husband, son, brother, uncle or a dear friend … However, it was hard because we were the last people who saw him alive. We were there when it all happened.
It sounds easier said than done, don’t you think? How many of us dare to be ourselves, our brilliant, bright, wild selves, all the good stuff but also along with our insecurities, doubts and while embracing our dark side? How many of us are compassionate enough to recognize our true needs, our desires and also our fears? How many feel no need to conform to the expectations of our family members, co-workers or society at large? How many of us dare, daily, to be truly free?