Friendship will always be part of us, humans, we grow up on friendship, we live, grow old and die on/with it.
Friendship is a concept that many of us has failed to comprehend, or to grasp. And yet, most of us think we know what it is. We seldom succeed in appreciating it, or appreciating what we have. We try to look for friendship at the wrong places, on the wrong contents, and we end up all alone.
We live years trying to find ourselves, and we think we’re way too lonely to see what we can do, and eventually we settle for what we have, and loneliness comes again, this time stronger than before.
When we finally find our perfect soulmates, our own pick friends, we feel happy for a moment, and we realize that friendship isn’t randomly or selectively picked, it is found. Found in the corners of our hopes, our dreams, our sorrows, even our loneliness.
We’re not alone as long as we have the right people to spend our times with, laugh with, cry with and share our deepest darkest secrets. True friends judge, but not so superficially, some don’t judge, not because they don’t care, but because they trust you. Other friends just want you to be happy, sometimes to be sad to be yet ever so happy again, to the fullest.
I’m not a person with so many friends, mainly I cannot rely on many, I cannot trust many, and I cannot afford superficial friendship of “Hello, have a drink, and goodbye.”
My true friends are my family, my home, people I come home to, feel their warmth around me, in the darkest and the brightest of moments, and sometimes in between. And I’m grateful, I would never want to be apart from them, because they are family. They are my friends.
And here is what Gibran has to say about that:
“Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
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.”
By Gibran Khalil Gibran. Source: http://www.katsandogz.com/onfriends.html