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Friends and Self (part 2)

I had a belief that best friends are a family. Don't know why, since my childhood all the people whom I considered as best friends were so close that we had finally transformed into a special bonding. Even the best of my friends had been so close to me, and we never had any differences like the rest. Yes, they are like family. But in this matured world, friendships are not made to make a family together. We can be close enough to share our screts and share our most precious moments that last reminding you the joys we share, for a life time. But we can never be the best friends for being a relation. The actual truth is friendships are made for a self. Only you have to be aware that they never belong you to any whole. It's just a sophisticated illusion. Friends are just friends. Sone friends are more then the so called family. They are a magic, and a miracle. Be careful what you wish with them.

Friends and the Self

Hi world! After an era passed away surpasing many checkpoints in my life, I'm here again, strong and vulnerable holding a pen in my hand, waving at the dreams while they stare at me haunting. In every point of my life, there's always been a best friend to share a drink and a dream. Like always, people come and go, teaching me lessons that I may not forget ever in future. Slowly, a writer is born out of my aching heart and loving soul. I still remember the definition of poem by my English teacher in intermediate. The over spilled emotions out of the heart's cup is poetry. Such a beautiful verse and it has touched me. Life has taught me the value of a good friend and need to be one good friend. I'm being one, couldn't find anyone in around these many years. For poets, pen and paper is the best friend that was chosen and selected. Days run into years, but people weren't easily replaceable. Trying to do so, it is sometimes the hardest thing to...