As I've gotten older, I've developed the notion that strength comes from within. And while this is a truth that is unaffected by race, gender, nationality, religion, orientation, or any other situation in one's life, I've come to know that, most of the time, strength comes from those around me. From these people – those select few I choose to keep close to my heart – I learn more than skills and habits. They teach me to challenge my opinions, expand my abilities, and evolve my beliefs. They have faith in my ideas, validate my being, build or maintain my self-esteem, give me someone to admire, and encourage me to dream the impossible. They act as examples to my aspirations, or as my own personal cheering section on this rise to a height I could only imagine on my own. They cheer with me, for me, and beside me. They support most of my whims and the majority of my schemes. They bring me back to reality and yet, take me to surreal places every time I turn around. They are my building blocks, foundational stones, and the sculptors of a great monument to humanity – me. They are vital, invariable, and are forever carved into the base of my very existence. 

They are known as my friends…and you are one of them.

Love you all.

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