Monday, November 16, 2009

A little more than just a friend ...

Sometimes...all you want is just a friend.

When you are small, all you want is someone to play with. At the times you don’t have a friend, it’s no problem. You can always make new friends. You can also convince yourself that there is no one like you and you are all alone in this world. Imagination is a powerful tool. After all, the world is big and it’s lonely at the top and there are many things to be done and the path to greatness is best tread alone. There are a whole lot of things that parents teach their children as they grow older. Lies. Lies that help us brave the world and times of solitude.

As you grow older, you realize that life is best not walked alone. There are many people who can join us in the journey. Friends who may or may not be true, but who give you company and as long as you walk your path and do what you like, you’re fine. If such a friend deserts you, you feel bad, but you have the strength to carry on. You remember your parents’ words. Life is best walked alone, walk a little further, meet other friends and move on.

As you get still older, you realize what falling in love is. Then, you look for and luckily find that one person who is your best friend and who knows you inside out. This best friend listens to you and understands you like a soulmate. He knows your weakness and he knows your strengths. Sometimes you feel he knows you better than himself. Nobody warned you about this kind of a friend.

Then one day this friend stops understanding you. He doesn’t walk at the same pace as you. He tells you that he is there for you, but you look into his eyes and you can’t believe his words anymore.

You tell yourself that he’s just another friend. You try to remember your parents wise words. You try to remember what it is like to walk alone. You remember all the times you’ve been left alone, met new friends, and carried on with life. You can’t think. Your life is a blur. You break down. You want to pick yourself up but you can’t. You sit there waiting for a miracle to happen and you wonder - . Why didn’t my mother tell me about this?