It seems like everyone, it’s not, but it seems so. People tell me I’m a connector. That’s a good thing. Some folks offer that observation with some awe.

I see the outcomes they see that happen because of me. For them, that’s the end. For me that’s a point on a continuous timeline. I see the before and the after. I know the future of where such things go. It’s a curious thing that has been with me all of my life.

It’s the same with the people.
It’s the same with the ideas.
It’s the same with the words.

When I meet new people, unique and intriguing — as they all are. My mind finds their mind; my heart finds their heart; my hand finds their hand. We become friends. It transcends understanding because of the unconditional part. A contract is made that true friends carry tacitly.

Maybe that’s why, even now, I don’t understand, the concept of “best friend.” I don’t have a best sentence, though I’ve written many musical, meaninful ones. How could I choose one as the “best”? It would seem even more wrong to do so with people. People are so valuable, each alone. No comparison to be made there.

As with words and ideas. I find people with whom my friends make grand ideas, laughter, music, and color. I’m not sure how I know they will. Maybe it’s the size of their hearts, maybe it’s their hearts and brains working together. Either way, they sure enough do. They find each other and become living art. I watch. They smile. They talk. They become part of each other’s life.

I opened a door. They walked through. To get the credit for that is like getting the credit for making a flower bloom.

Friends, ideas, and words — the answer is always to let them be, let them go. Enjoy what they do.

Like these words, my friends stand on their own. They are not me, except for that part they will always take along.