"All things in moderation." I'm always rushing to spend time with friends leaving and new interesting people that at times I forget that time is actually the most important factor in any relationship. So as I walk with him in the Hutong, calmly and away, digesting his remark, "that was weird," with a simper, I think of the past year of friendship and how, somehow, I've only recently gotten to know this person, and just how different, but the same we are, I think, this is probably one of the more profound friendships I've nurtured, stitch by stitch, forced by the quantity of time we spend together, this boy, this man: I'm really proud to know him. I'm really proud of us.
The most beautiful, moments of epiphany, late night breakdowns. The crazed people driven by something: a revenge, an ambition, a obligation to God-given talent. Humility is for the weak. The proud, we fake it till we make it, till yesterday when we smirk, "so, this is really happening?"
Is it?
Hard work and trials ahead. Best of luck to us, and this friendship.