I recently came to a conclusion about life, love and friendship that was cynical to say the least. I know that all of these subjects have been tainted by various useless discussions, and yet... here I go...
To fall in love is probably the greatest feeling in the world - to me atleast. When it happens, nothing else matters and life becomes a joyful song. I am the artist, my feelings the music and the world... well, my audience. It's just sad that falling in love, means being blinded by it. Means, missing those small things that ruins relationships. In the end, a year or two passes and ultimately you are alone and solitary in your failure.
What is friendship other than love between two people? Might not be the same kind of love - obviously!!!! Different kind of love, means different rules, right!? Right. This love is supposed to mean that you don't need to take so much bull@#%& as in romantic love. You are SUPPOSED to share it. You take a little bit of my bull%$#@, I take a little bit of yours...
Not that you needn't do it in romantic type of love - but as my mother always says: In love, there is always a fool...
That is not SUPPOSED to be the case in a friendship. Friendship means equality, understanding, compassion, comprimise and all those other clichè stuff.
Just like failed relationship, you get failed friendships. These are the rock-slides on your road of life you don't get over so easily.
I had a friend. She wasn't a good friend, or even my best friend - she was my soulmate (platonic). We had a bond that I thought was unbreakable. That proved to be stupid, because when the time came for the big L.O.V.E in her life, he sort of bonked me off my pedestal. I was nowhere to be found on her priority list anymore, and I had to go about my life alone. I hate that word... almost more as the feeling...
I think, up to this day - that is one of the deepest scars I carry with me.
As life do, it moves along and I made new friends. They were good friends, best friends and better friends. Disappointment, upon disappointment lead me to believe that, like there is only one true love in your lifetime, so there is only one true friendship.
All the others are mediocre relationships that cloud your judgement and take up time. I say that, because I haven't had a friend since, that would die to save my life. That would bend over backwards, and bend over once again to accomodate me or my feelins. Instead, I've been the one (as always) that saves the world, one friend at a time.
- just for the record; this isn't a self-loving essay...
So if friends let you down, break your heart disappoint you and make deeper and uglier scars than any spouse or lover could ever do... WHAT IS THE USE?