It struck me this weekend, in a humbling, sleep-disturbing way, how spectacularly rare and significant it is to have someone in life who really understands you, and with whom you can look at the world in sympathy. And how horrifying the concept of not having that is.

I've been in both of those states, and I'm frustrated that I've failed to appreciate that significance every day. I'm hoping there's still time for me to learn.

Labels: Life