Some friends have a profound impact on life. Some are there by quirk of fate, other are carefully cultivated. For whatever reasons, and by whatever measure, they add an extra streak to my life's colors.

At some point along the solitary journey of life, all experience the wonder of true friendship. A blessing that is defined by those who grow with us like blossoms in the spring; support us with a foundation of unconditional love and complement us like the stars do the black night sky. In the rare instance that these people do cross our path, cherish their presence with our whole self; we should not ever hesitate to be to them what they are to us. We will also come to realize that, in life, things are often not what they seem to be, as deceit and hypocrisy have regrettably become an integral part of the world in which we live. We should be wary of the whim and caprice of others, and should commit neither our time, nor subject our heart to the transience of spurious ‘friendships’.

Even in friendships, we should refrain from practicing frequent lending. Despite our good intentions, more often then not it can have a debilitating effect on our debtor’s own solvency and ability to be economical. Many a times in life, the unfortunate outcome of our actions will belie our good intent. Often, the mere act of lending could encumber us with the burden of choice between the value of a friendship and the value of that which was loaned.

 

 

 

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love

 

- Neil Gaiman

 

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