On sweet memories and soured friendship…

What flavor are you?

I am one who treasures friendship so much; enjoys get-together with people who have been part of my past and present and have played significant roles in my life, reminiscing the good old times; and appreciate one’s effort in rekindling old ties. In fact, I love keeping tons of pictures of my friends. Looking at them simply takes my worries off me and brings me back down to memory lane where I walk with my buddies.

I dont know if it’s because of the fact that I belong to the helping profession as a counselor or maybe I just make people feel at ease with themselves and comfortable hanging out with me that they easily trust me with their problems. In turn, I could easily lend my listening ears, a few positive strokes here and there, helping them to establish self-awareness, and seeing them realizing their self-worth and coming up with their own solution to their problems. It’s a win-win situation if that’s the case.

But sad thing is, it doesn’t end up that way always. People wear masks, make pretend, play games, refuse to come out of their shells—different kinds of defense mechanisms. There are even times when a friend seeks help, it only turns out chaotic and jeopardize the friendship shared with the friend one turns to because of these games they play. Sometimes, the person in need ( PIN ) turns about realizing that he/she doesn’t need help after all leaving the helping friend with a dropped jaw. Human as we are, we react to different situations in our own unique ways. That is why we should always bear in mind to counter every reaction with boxfuls of understanding and empathy towards the person being helped who is going through a lot of  confusion, living in a dysfunctional environment, or simply couldn’t grasp the true meaning of life, love, and commitment. If at times, things go rough and are beyond our control, the only solution is to let go and let God. As long as somebody runs to me for help ( pwera lang financial ha?), you are always assured that you have a friend in me. Friendship with me won’t just be sweet or sour, there are a lot of spices added to make it more flavorful and full of life! I thank God for the friendship I share with you through these years… :)

" A friend loves at all times " Proverbs 17:17

6 Responses to “On sweet memories and soured friendship…”

  1. Florisse Says:

    CORRECT Mabs!!!!

  2. Bebang Says:

    my flavor is pinacolada hehehe. Kidding aside,whatever the flavor is … Jesus, the sweetest, the truest. IS the only Friend who can never dissappoint us. He’s never pretentious, never jealous, never ever unavailable … HE is so nakaka secure at all times :)

  3. cara Says:

    hey! i read the whole thing… ehehe… :) i guess im rhum coke! :) with a pack of marlboro reds… :) btw yoy, i know naman the story behind this… :) juz wanted to let u know iv read it na… :)

  4. Christy Says:

    Mabs, motingog jud ko! Am not a perfect friend but I feel blessed to have some friends who’ve been with me through all the years. Looking forward to spending time with u…hehe, kanus-a pa kaha noh? Mga December?

  5. Amabelle-Hubert Says:

    Hey Floie, Bebang, Cara and Christy, thanks for the nice messages. Im so thankful God sent you to me. I just just want you to know I so glad to have you as my friends.

    Chris, how about another out-of-the-blue birthday surprise this time? hehehe

    Floie, badminton ta one of these days…;)

    Bang, how’s business going? hehehe

    Cara, Eileen and Mdm Fetuccini, how about Velocity at my place, hehehe.

    Grashya, Ika, Robee, Hazel, Kling, Mai2x, and Bambi, Im waiting for your comments. Thanks for the 12 years of friendship with you. See you one of these days.

  6. -X tine- Says:

    friendship is the next best thing in life……but if it doesn’t work anymore, try to let go coz it’s the only way to move on with life….

    promise to your friend that you’ll always be there no matter what happens…if one day the friendship fades away, look back and remember the promise you made!!!! ;P

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