a musing: derivations of a non-conformist idealist

a musing: derivations of a non-conformist idealist

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Good better bestfriends

Oct. 03, 2002

I'm so lucky to have really great friends. I've, like, known them for centuries! And though at rare times, we lose touch, I know they're there. And they're behind me. And they genuinely appear to be astonished at my feats. And they're at my face when I've done something bad. And they're like the brothers I wish I had. And you know how siblings are -- they fight and they scream and scratch at you but most times you make up in the end because you realize they're family. They're a part of you, a part of who you are. And you can't stay angry with a part of you, right, because that would be like, self-something -- you get my point.

They don't start out as bestfriends. It has to follow a path, obviously. And it starts down there in the level of strangers and from there, if fate lets it, shoots up, up and away. A lot of friends come from school-- it's where we spend most of our early years. Your seatmate and cheatmate could become a good friend. Your clique of nerds or bullies (whichever group you were part of) could stay your friends even after the study groups and the pranks you play on the nerds, respectively. Someone from the next classroom who you go to the library or have lunch with. Anyone, anywhere can be your friend. But events lead up to that. You can call anyone you meet and who you interact with your friend but it's not just a term anymore. It's not as simple as that. It never was. It has always been a relationship you keep and nurture.

Keep and nurture doesn't mean constant and consistent gift-giving or phone calls. You don't have to always be there too. It can take even one really heart-felt act and that's that -- you've bonded for life. You just don't know your friend is there, you can feel it. Much like twins who even in separation can somehow feel each other. It's how you've touched another life that keeps you attached to that life. And real friends have touched you in a way no one else has. They've shared a part of you and therefore have become entangled in you. It's a most difficult knot to untie.

But it happens. Friendships unravel. Even siblings disown another. But the ties don't completely straighten out. It just becomes loose. Sometimes, it remains loose and sometimes, it becomes tight again.

I just thought of how a boy and a tree can be great friends. The boy can play and rest and have conversations with the tree. And for a period in that boy's life, he had a friend in the tree. Sound pathetic? But their friendship was as true as any real one between people. Even if that tree was no longer standing, I'm sure the boy keeps happy memories of his 'friend'. That's how friends really are. They may not be there beside you but you know, you feel they're beside you. And they stay.

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