We all have problems.

Sometimes we judge them.

Sometimes they are bad.

Of course that doesn’t mean we need to judge bad parts of ourselves.

I am bad when my conscious becomes the judge of my stuck self.

Some problems rock me so hard I need someone or something to help me out of the mess.

I tend to love the benefits friends bestow upon me.

Many times they are oblivious to my problems, they are totally present to help me.

They are not suffering and sincerely see my need for compassionate understanding and support.

Often, I just need a good listener.

Often, they don’t feel compelled to judge.

Often, it is a positive supportive experience of a friend , simply listening to my problem.