Leave it to the heart, this life of yours- if indeed you can call it your own. What is there to possess really? A collection if events, movements through space, interactions with other beings- those you have named your ‘friends’, material possessions you have pulled close.
All will pass, however permanent it may feel at the time-however real you imagine it to be.
I notice a dangerous thought arising- a series of compliments came to me today, from friends- after the last one, I felt pride arise. I had believed what they said. What a blessing to see that and drop back into the spacious ground beyond good and bad. Beyond divisions. From this ground I am safe, strong. If I believe your praise today, I am prone to believe tomorrow’s criticism. Better that I leave them both and stay as I am.