Reason, season, or lifetime...

I have an impossible wish of emptying my mailbox. My hotmail inbox has almost 4500 emails, some of them are dated back to 1998, and I have more than 600 new emails, with no time to read all this, or go back to remember emails I liked, or memories I had online.

Last week in a useless attempt to reduce this enormous amount, I bumped into an email that I have forwarded to many friends a couple of years ago, and I could never remember who sent it to me in the first place. I liked the words, and their deep meanings. So I am posting them again below, of course after removing the unnecessary chain letter junk, like (if you forward it to 90730568 friends, Beyonce will fall in love with you, and if you don't forward it a pink elephant will fly above your house and pee on it, etc..).

By the way, some of you know this already, but I sometimes refer to myself as the "kleenex" friend, for some so-called "friends" give me their friendship only when they need me. They use me whether emotionally or materiastically, and then they throw me away, just like when you use a kleenex and you don't need it any more. And then when you need them you can't find them. This kind of people doesn't last for long.

A true friend feels you before you say, acts before you ask, and picks you up before you fall. Yes, before.

And like any other relationship, this should be mutual, otherwise you can call it abuse, deceit, or anything but friendship. When you are the one who cares and the other side is not responding, it makes you feel that you are forcing yourself on them. And on the other side, if someone cares too much for you and you are not grateful for that, you may lose them forever.

I am grateful for having many kinds of friends, very different types. I am grateful for those who care too much and those who don't care. I'm grateful for friends who love me, friends that I love, friends I have never met in real life, and friends who are forever out of my life.

I will not tag anyone in this note. I will just post it, and we'll see which type of friends you are. Enjoy.

P.S. The below words are the ones I received in an email. Written by anonymous.

Reason, season, or lifetime..

People come into your life for a REASON, a SEASON or a LIFETIME. When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend and they are.

They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it, it is real. But only for a season!

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all ther relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant

I Thank God that you came into my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.

The One

I thought one day you'd love me
Even though you never did
Will I ever stop thinking of you?
God forbid!

You don't love me
And even if you do
I don't want it
Your fairy tale is through

You won't love me
And even if you will
I don't need it
For you have killed the thrill

You can't love me
And even if you can
I don't remember
Wishing to be your man

So don't love me
I don't want you to
You'll just hurt me
And I'll hurt you too

I don't love you
Do not, did not, will not
So live with what you have
Nothing is what you've got

Now I'll leave you
Play your losing game
You'll forget me
And stop calling my name

When you love me
I'll be already gone
Then you'll wonder
If I were the one

How?

How does it feel
When you still have the pain
Of wounds that will never heal
When you still can taste the sweetness
Of the moments you could steal
How does it feel
When you learn you'll never tell
What was fake from what was real

How could you know
That you'll have a different ending
For your show
That what was meant to be
Was to let go
How could you know
That you'll never stop swimming
against the flow

How long did it last?
And how sweet did it taste?
And if the future is the past
How many lives you'll waste?