I stumbled upon (literally not digitally) this piece of graffiti on Sunday afternoon when I was out for a walk with my sister in Prenzlauerberg. Antoinette is a beautiful name with a beautiful meaning: beyond praise or highly praise-worthy. The decision to document it was an impulsive response to the colour combination and romantic sentiment. It has, however, triggered a delightful train of thought on friendship and the truths that friends so artfully scribble and scratch onto our hearts and minds.
Frances Ward Weller said, “A friend can tell you things you don’t want to tell yourself.” For as long as I can remember I have had wonderful friends. Each of my friends have, in the words of Anais Nin, come to represent a world in me, a world that had not been born until they arrived. Friends call these worlds in each other into existence as they speak life and truth and purpose:
“For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.” ― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
“The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when you discover that someone else believes in you and is willing to trust you with a friendship.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson