Written by sai varun

A friend.

Maybe the life of a person would be enchanted and been made cherished with every moment only when they have gotten a friend that makes them feel life in its own way, from every little moments to sharing that bond, to understanding each other’s flaws and still holding on to each other, guiding towards righteousness, helping, teaching what needs to be taught to know what is never known before.

Maybe even the one who doesn’t want to live anymore for any of the ruination ever happened, either to him or by him, would want to live and survive any of the hardships just because of the way he is been seen, heard by someone who assures them that there is better tomorrow and they’ll be there as long as time exists, as a friend.

A friend that makes you see world, a friend that changes you to better version, a friend that takes you into that real world and battlefield to make you a warrior.

Who makes you experience every humanly things in world to make you strong and stable.

Having no one as such in whole journey of ones life is kind of a curse. Or having friends but extremely differentiating, ignoring and selective or misguiding is also a curse.

To those who happened to be cursed to have such an important moment of life that nurtures ones soul and abilities and character to nourishing their existence through such a pure bond

Might have to reborn again and again to have a perfect friend. That shares similar soul.

True, that in this enormous amounts of existences, that born and die in a split seconds, here and far in the corners of space. One has to be strong since there is nobody that walks with him, one is all by himself at has to withstand it. But, then, where there is this existence of worldly contacts and detachments, there is this thin line of being made whole, through such togetherness with which not only human but also every great entity and every tiniest of the quartz would be having that togetherness to have a longer journey, of it’s species to prolong it’s lifespan to prolong life to beyond death. Therefore, one is left to himself to battle the odds and be the even one among millions but that is never the only way living or being revered and loved as human rather there is much more to life that we happened to hide it from knowing and experiencing, by making it a sensitive spot of lifestyle or naming it a cowardice way of existing. There the misery begins to tie a noose around the neck of self.

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