love. week thirty six.

September 23​ 

 

I wrote this while high, so hopefully it'll still make sense once I’m sober.

 

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Friendship

 

I’ve been thinking about how friendships are formed.

 

The process of locating those people who I like spending time with, but who also like spending time with me. And gradually letting go of the rest. The countless thousands of ‘rest’.

 

And at the very top, I have my handful of best friends. The people in the world I like the very most and who (somewhat magically) feel the same about me.

 

Spend enough time with them, and I begin to realize that these are the people I’ve chosen to go through life together with, as they’ve chosen the same. I care about them. I care for them. Having found a friend, I hold onto them. I reach out to them. They are my world. No, they are the foundation of my world.

 

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Friends and family. That’s about all you get in this life, but unlike family, your friends actually chose to be there with you.

 

While I love my family, I like my friends. I share things with them that I would never share with my family.

 

In a universe built on neutrality, a friend is the only part of that universe that reaches out its hand to you and offers you its support.

 

What can I do in response, but hold on with all my might.

 

And that’s how friendships are formed.

 

 

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To be a spouse is to be both friend and family.

 

But family is unconditional, while friendship breathes freedom.

 

This is the challenge that all lovers accept. A relentless attempt to sustain freedom within necessity. Structured chaos.

 

I suppose, after all, that this is the challenge of life itself.

 

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