Precious Connections 💓

  Updated: 18/04/2024

Today I received a surprising present from my bestie way across the other side of the Earth and it has touched me deeply. It is not the first time we wrote each other and we have sent post cards a lot actually. 

But this time, what he mentioned in the letter speaks volumes. It is not the usual sharing as always, it is the way he expresses the gratitude for the connection we share, saying that having someone who we can send something this meaningful is truly rare and precious. We are in the era when everything is within reach, in a single click away, but that somehow creates more distance than deepening our relationships because we no longer make that much effort than we used to. The feeling of pressing our pen on the paper, smelling the scent of the card, preparing the stamp and making all the way to the post office is irreplaceable. I forever remember how I eagerly put my card in the post, waiting hard and long to see when my loved ones receive it, imagining the look in their face when it suddenly appeared one day in their letter box. I hope my friend could be here, seeing all the emotions I had when I saw the envelope marking Australia. The spark of joy until the tear drops from my eyes when I read through the cards. Then my heart tinkled as I heard the jingling sound from little bell in the bag and I bursted into laughter reading his note from the outside , as he calls his present: one of another cute and useless thing from Japan. Everything is so precious and special, it feels like he is present without actually being here.

A sudden surge of happiness and deep gratitude rise in me. I do not know for other people, whether they have those connections like I do. I cannot say I have plenty, as it would devalue the scarcity of it. But for sure I have more than one, than two, the number that I can brag until the day that I die. The type of people that I can connect instantly even after years apart, the one that changes me, makes me laugh constantly, cares about me deeply in their hearts. People that are there for me, wishing me nothing but happiness. I can see several versions of myself when I am with them, making my life colorful, wonderful as it is.

Those connections stand through the test of time and might even be alive when I am not here anymore. They leave a mark on me as much as I do on them. It is enough to feel life worth living. I can rumble on for hours about how lucky I am to have them in my life and no words can describe the rarity of it. Recently my granny passed away and I have been grieving ever since. But in the most vulnerable and darkest moment, I received tons of encouragement, support and undying love. The coldness of the winter and loss no longer had much impact on me, as I could feel the warmth of affection around. And until today, it keeps spreading, growing as the blossom of the spring in my heart.

Thank you, for those who make my life meaningful. I am forever grateful to have loved and be loved in return.😙