Someone who holds my soul and my existence dear, and understands the bright side and the dark side of my mind.
In one word, goodness.
No person is perfect, and there are times when one falls sick. No one can escape old age, and there is always death waiting at the end of the road. Even so, mankind tries to overcome such anguish with love, courage, and wisdom. I believe that we humans can produce goodness from these motives.
I was blessed with love, but unfortunately, I was at odds with my father's philosophy and actions.
Having that said, at my age I now realize that, people capture such unpleasant sensation to a different degree, depending on each person's background and situation.
It is hard to earn love or friendship.
Now I feel that the relationship between my father and my mother, was something akin to that.
And we cannot see them with our eyes... love and friendship.
I believe however, that they are the ingredients that can brighten up the spirit of man.
