"Your Best Friend"

Who is your “Best Friend”?

Is it someone you could buy their loyalty or demand their friendship? Is it like a puppy who comes to rely on you? Or a fish that you feed?, and you can talk to him, even when he cannot talk back? Is it a car, a plane, or something inanimate, that has no feelings like you do? But you worship it, and it takes the place of a human? Is it something more innate of quality, like freedom? Rock-climbing, or another activity that you do?

One would like to choose whoever it may be, and certainly there’s a choice, for friendship given by another, you choose to keep, or to deny; what would your reason be? For pro, or for con? Do you add the neg’s and the pos’s and take a vote of yourself, is this my friend? Where does the friendship exist? In you, or in both of you twain? Can you gauge its depth by deeds or numbers? Or is it immeasurable? Is what you find from another such that you call them your “Best Friend”?

Who would return when laughter is gone? When interest and intrigue lessen, when curiosity and inquisitiveness have discolored and fade? When difficulties come, or circumstances change, or patterns rearrange? Who doesn’t walk off when sickness, or stress, or challenge of pain? Give me an example of what one would do, if one found surrilous fame? Would that friend once dedicated and true and faithful remain? Can you even believe in having your best friend in your dreams?

Walking amidst human jungles, with worlds of people, one can find surely out there one to share that elusive position of “my best friend”; but not without sharing, not without caring, not without walking in the same road, and stepping in the same steps, as dust and wind and heat blow upon you; not without life first being easy, then hard, simple, then complex, empty then full; carefree, then burdensome; bright then dark, and every contrast that is known. Even if one doesn’t face it, and the other does, then “my best friend understands; if they both share it, they had mutual joy and mutual pain. But the greatness of a friend is it doesn’t matter; not at all, for though one faced the tiger, both made it through the ordeal as friends. Facing whatever happens, with twice the strength. Nothing is impossible for one, on the strength you found, when you looked it in the eye, because above all, just when you needed it, you had “Your Best Friend”!


Feb 5th 2002

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