I had a friend once, the best one. But I had to wait, for it wasn't easy before he arrived. I was mostly aloof, scarred, complex, and yet somehow sensitive, that I offered my hand to whomever I thought lived an isolated life. I was surrounded by people too, who weren't ready to invest, to bother, to think, why did I sit quietly all the time? Some called me a weirdo, some strange & some tagged trash that needed to left behind. And, all this while as they judged, I could read their eyes. No one wanted to understand but all wanted to be understood. That's when I kept a distance from them yet they spread rumors that I was an anti-social guy. White lies! But in all honesty, I tried to fit in, I altered my innate, real self, I changed. I tried small talk, did things that made me unhappy, stayed silent on many wrongs. I was living but the truth is, in the pursuit to seek acceptance, to find a partner in crime, I was actually dying.
At this time, all I wished for, were some steady waves, some direction, some hope to counter darkness with light. Some humor, some madness, some silence, some unfiltered honesty, absolute acceptance but above all a harbor where I could unload my baggage yet take someone else's load, make another soul a part of my life. Where we could share & listen to each other's tales, celebrate each other's victory, be ok with being different, walk shoulder to shoulder in every adversity, laugh at & never give up on each other, overcome animosity & yet meet again as if fights couldn't deter our bond; real friends are the ones who never leave our side.
That's when one fine day, a stranger came walking by. He observed my intricacies, my flaws, my authentic self. He was patient but found my theatrics intriguing, amusing. He was real, free-spirited, he wanted to be indifferent. He shook my hand & decided to stay. Unfazed by societal standards, we accept each other as we're. We are friends for life. #travelblogger #writerdiary #writerscommunity #travelandliving #travelphotographer
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