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When people stress me out, I imagine a front porch.

Imagine you're 80 and senile. You can't barely pick yourself up and all you've got are your stories, your wrinkled skin and a lot of liver spots.

You are sitting on a front porch enjoying a cup of tea. The kind old people like. The kind your 20 year old self wouldn't even dare taste.

You are sitting with an old, old friend. A friend you can't barely remember how you met. A friend who never left your side since.

Hours of laughter, random conversations and trips down hazy memory lanes pass. There were also moments of silence and sit down naps, but you both didn't mind.

And just before the sun fully set, you thank your friend for stopping by. Then, you smile and tell yourself how lovely that day was.

If you can't see a person with you on your imaginary front porch, don't bother stressing out. Shrug the bitch off and you'll live a happier life.
For the friends I'll grow old with.
Written by
B  Manille
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