Note: Today’s post is a guest contribution from Ruste Ryan.

Funny that we’ll drop a hot pan almost as quickly as we reached out for it, but we’ll sit there and hold past pains, or future fears, well beyond their “Consume by” dates.

It’s as if we open the door, see the bottle sitting there in the back all moldy and sticky, and yet we just leave it and assure ourselves we’ll deal with it another day.

So it remains there in the dark… in the recesses of our mind… growing worse by the day/week/year… and we foolishly continue to ignore this pain/fear, thereby actively assisting it’s plot against us through our own inaction in dealing with it in the first place.

We might even go through a period where we try to convince ourselves it doesn’t exist at all. Unfortunately though, it does… and it will fester, and mold, and stink up our soul until it finds it’s way into the trash forever. Kaput.

Get it outta there!

That’s why, occasionally, it’s good to have friends willing to help you clean out your fridge… and willing to help heal your soul.

Sure, it’s something we can (and DO) do by ourselves fairly often, but without them, these kind-hearted fools we have the pleasure of calling “friends“, we might never grow beyond the boundaries of our own experience.

Also worth noting is that it’s not their responsibility to assist, mind you, but they gladly see it as their duty to the friendship, because they believe in their hearts we’ll do it for them when their time comes as well. Which it will, and of course so will we, as is the nature of true friendship.

… and THAT’S why, in closing, it’s best to always keep a clean fridge, and a healthy soul, because it gives these true-hearted friends a safe place to put their beer when they come to visit, and a solid shoulder to lean on during the times it’s more about them as well.

Food for thought.

(oh, and don’t worry, it’s safe… I checked the due date for ya)

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Today’s guest post was courtesy of Ruste Ryan. He describes himself as “nothing more than a humbled man, with a patchwork plan, learning to live life as it unfolds before me. Sure, I may nudge it every once in a while, but I will never strangle it again.

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