Friendship.
A pursuit, generally, in lack of peace.
We, goodheartedly and with a subtle hint of control,
attempt to challenge each other to be what we expect
And then fall back in frustration and anger and disappointment.
Our lives change and friendship changes
And we don't support each other enough.
Friendship,
the best form of it,
knows how to protect
and also when to let fly.
It teaches all who experience it
what self-sacrifice is
And what all the silly empty words really mean.
It trusts,
and inspires through authenticity,
and gets better with age.
Maturity happens as a result of it,
and material possessions never come into question.
It philosophizes over everything and nothing
and nurtures the soul.
It makes you feel blessed, finally,
and only serves to strengthen the individual.
through the group experience.
It heals, and smiles, and serves.
It holds drama at bay and
peruses how terrible life must be for those
who are not so rich.
But instead,
we cling to the past,
and regret not being more accepting of the present,
and pretend the future will be better, like a dream.
We should love, not pretend to protect.
We should challenge
by being true to ourselves,
and not by expecting others to be true to what we think they are.
We should love those who love our friends. Period.
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