Happiness.

Do you ever have the desire to do something completely awesome? Like conquering an enormous mountain that's only ever been scaled by a few interpid climbers, or embarking on an epic voyage across endless oceans, or being the first person ever to (insert previously unaccomplished feat here)?

Sometimes I do.

But lately, I've been coming to the conclusion that no matter how awesome your life is - no matter how many incredible things you've done, places you've been, experiences you've had, stamps you have in your passport, bracelets on your wrist, photographs on Facebook, etc. - none of that will ever really matter unless it's shared with another person.

That guy from Into the Wild wrote something like, 'happiness is not real unless shared,' and he was right. So in a similar sort of vein to St. Paul's letter to the Corinthians, I could climb the highest mountain, gaze upon the most exquisite sunset, push my body beyond its limits, achieve all that I've ever wanted on this earth, but if I don't have love, I am nothing, I have nothing, and I gain nothing.

At the end of the day, the most meaningful, important and memorable things I have are the friendships I've been gifted with. So, dear friends, thank you - you've enriched my life beyond what these words can say. Especially you, Mrs nearly-Wright. ;)