On Friendship

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
I always wondered while sitting or talking or spending time with my friends, when does friendship truly begin? When did I realize that the people sitting around me are the most wonderful people ever? When did I decide that they share more than just likes or dislikes with me?

After thinking for ages and making many new friends and watching myself carefully, I did find my answer: Friendship begins when you stop thinking about yourself and think and care about the person next to you instead.

Whenever I think about friendship, I remember a wonderful poem written by one of my favorite poets. It always brings a tear to my eye when I read it. Here it goes:

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, who has sight so keen and strong
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
-- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


I tried hard to write a poem about friendship, but this one says it all. So many friends come and go in our lives, but some of them leave footprints in our hearts and we are not quite the same afterwards. I have shared likes, dislikes, tastes, clothes and everything with my friends but what is prized above all those things is a part of my very soul, which is the greatest thing I could give and receive I return. Don’t fight with your friends, I still think about the fights that I had and a weird kind of pain fills my heart and pulls me. Never think that people don’t love you, it is not true, your friends always do, no matter what and it is because of them that our world is truly beautiful.