A TRUE FRIEND ACCEPTS WHO YOU ARE, BUT ALSO HELPS YOU TO BECOME WHO YOU SHOULD BE.
There are friends, and there are friends. The former are the ones, who peep into our lives every once in a while, share a few laughs, and some drinks, and after having a good time, go back to living their own. But, it’s the latter, who stay after all the others have left. Those are the ones, who walk us home, help us get over our hangover the day after and clean up the mess we get ourselves into. And, they are the ones we cherish till our last breath.
I consider myself blessed for having some truly wonderful friends in my life. Friends, who have been with me since ages. Friends, who haven’t been with me since ages, but who, I believe, I was destined to meet. Friends, who accept me as I am, who do not judge me and just let me be. Friends, who help me work on my muddled self, work towards becoming who I am supposed to be. Surprisingly, they also know who I am supposed to be!
All I need to do, is get my depressed self at their door step and they welcome me with a hug so tight, I can physically feel all the pain drain away. They drill some much-needed sense into my head, help me see clearly the mess I happen to be getting into and what I ought to be doing in order to get out of it. And, voila, I am all set; the fragments of my broken heart carefully glued together and my hope and faith restored!
These are the friends I cherish, because I matter to them. And the feeling, that we matter to someone, is the most heartening feeling of all. A dear friend of mine did advice me to keep the ‘entrance to my heart’ wide open for those who wish to enter, as well as for those who wish to leave. It was the perfect advice for a sentimental and sensitive person like me, but it did leave me gasping; I really wished all of my friends would stay! But soon realised, that I would be better off with just a handful few who really matter, and to whom I matter, than have a hundred, who hardly even care.
As time passes and as the hundred others gradually begin moving out, I realise who are the ones who will stay. The ones who know me inside out, the ones who will pick me up when I stumble and fall, the ones, who make me richer by their presence – those are the ones who I want to be with on this journey called life. For the rest, it’s goodbye and good luck!
Whom do you consider a treasure? Would love to know all about it.
* This is my post for the Cherished Blogfest 2016. Do join me today and tomorrow and have a lovely time!