People whom you love can hurt you the most.
I have a friend with whom I can talk almost about everything. I like her. I try to be a supportive friend whenever she needs someone to talk to (someone in her family has been dealing with mild depression).
Two weeks ago we had a vivid discussion just about everything over the phone. She shared some stories about her almost adult daughters. I am fine with that - as long the conversation isn't only about children.
But then - out of the blue - she started to tell me about the article that she had read. The main message of the article was that people who have grandchildren, live longer. Because they see the purpose of their living.
I remained speechless for a moment.
Once again, I was giving so much into the friendship and receiving so little back.
In the old days I would have remained silent. Not now. I am done being quiet. I stopped her and asked: "Are you trying to put me into depression?".
She was embarrassed. She apologized and said that she was truly sorry, that she just got carried away and forgot about my story. She commented that this is obviously not true, she was just reporting what she had read.
I said to her that it is very possible that this was true. But that I refuse to believe that. That I need to believe that each of us - regardless of having children/grandchildren or not - needs to find his/her own happiness and the purpose of life. And that it isn't necessary that this purpose is something huge. Each of us has to figure out the way.
Here is the song that I loved the most at the Eurovision. I have been listening to it constantly, it is just wonderful.*******
I took a photo of the flowers on the meadow very close to our home. It made me happy, watching the flowers. Not many countries around the world have meadows as beautiful as ours. Or - perhaps I am wrong and I just never travelled at the time of blooming meadows.