We all assume that the pain of love is a melancholy we are born to deal with. Sometimes the people we meet are meant for a moment and not for a lifetime. Some people bring out the worst in us, others bring out the best, and there are the remarkable rare ones who just bring out the most. Everyone has that one friend, they'd choose over anyone. To talk to, to hang out with. It doesn't really matter. They always are your first choice. I had the blessing of being a social butterfly, looking back it feels like i have friends all over the globe; but actually there are 3 or 4 I can really count on being there for me.
What is a friend? We all have our own definitions I guess.
When you meet people and you get to know them its nice, a good feeling, something new right?
You start looking in; the outside reality loses meaning. The social reality is fiction, a beautiful drama; you can participate in it, but you don't take it seriously. Maybe if certain things were left unsaid or certain people were more careful with my heart, then maybe I wouldn’t be so fragile. In saying this I am grateful because this has taught me how important it is to be kind. Once my life used to consist of toxic friends and broken promises, thankfully I overcame that and now I have lifelong friends and a broken heart. Little changes huh?
Human beings in the final analysis, have to survive on their own. Doesn't make them lonely. No. Makes them more decisive. But sometimes we try too hard. We try outdoing others by accepting more and more pain. Its ironic of people thinking that sadness is romantic. Its not. Seriously its not. And pain is not something to strive for. Don't be stupid. Even if you do accept pain for a while and your suffering, have a ray of hope...Wear sunshine in your eyes and kindness in your heart.
xo
Shey
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