When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares. - Henri Nouwen.

Sometimes, many times, in fact, so many situations are beyond one's control. However much we'll like to try to help the other, we can shoulder his problems for him. And too many times, we can't even begin to start taking away his pain, his fears.

After nine months of trying to understand, to learn how to support each other through our problems and pain, I've come to this conclusion, that even if there're problems, even if there is pain, the most anyone of us can do is not to try desperately to alleviate anything, to not force anything.

Because many times, there is nothing we can do to change the situation for the other. But I can help the person who's being affected by the situation, by giving him space and patience as he needs it, and just by being there.

As much as I'm able to.

As much as I can.