All I Have
Went outside last night. Stood in the dark and looked up at the stars. The milky way stretched across the sky. I thought how nice it was to have a place where I could do that. It was the perfect end to an evening of music and good company, a gift from a friend who has gifted me over the years with a multitude of tickets and invitations to music he wants to share. He has a generous spirit.
I worry sometimes I might be remiss in reciprocating his kindnesses, but I have another friend who reminded me once that friendship isn’t transactional. You don’t do in hopes of getting something in return, you just do because it feels right, and you know everything will work out in the end. So, I simply try to be the best friend I can be, pick up a dinner tab on occasion, and buy a beer or two. It’s worked out so far.
Meanwhile, the music plays on, tying our lives together and there’s more to come for sure. And I’m thankful, just as I am for the stars above that it’s happening to me and I’m in a place where I can do it. Because I’m pretty sure there are plenty of men my age still scrambling to make a living, bereft of good friends, and just getting by, and there, but for the grace of God, go I. Which is reason enough to look up at the stars and offer a silent prayer of gratitude for all I have.