Wallpaper of love and friendship biography.
Friendship. It is such a strong word that holds in itself a definition much more powerful than the one found in the common dictionary. It's more than a simple tie between people. It is a complex knot that defines who and what people are, how they act, and what they plan to be, or simply who they admire and love. Friendship does not know a line between love and a balanced relationship. Friendship is in itself love. A love that it not unknown to humans as a whole, because each and every person on this planet spinning in space has found friendship somewhere. It can be difficult for many of us. Some of us have trouble making friends, and as I've experienced, the more trouble to have making friends, the better friends you make. I have friends who genuinely care for me and are almost siblings to me. I love all of the people I call my friends, because without them, my social behavior would have disintegrated, and I cannot, even now, imagine what I would be like. Perhaps even more introverted and seclusive than I am now, and an all-around bad person to be around.
Friendship is such a strong and powerful word, it can be applied to anyone. It refers to any two people who share a bond only they know, and a bond only they will know for the long depths of eternity to follow.
But what happens when that is cut short? What happens when the knot of friendship is undone, and it falls apart? What happens when one of your friends moves away, or worse, passes away? Nothing can replace a friend you once had, and a friend you were close to. Friends come and go, they say. But when a friend is so close to you, they almost are a sibling, them leaving is almost comparable to one of your siblings leaving.
The passing weeks before my best friend died went by quickly. They were like a blink. Getting home from a two-week vacation, and coming home to all my friends and all of the familiarities of home were welcoming, like a cherry blossom in mid-spring. It was as if she was there one moment, and gone the next.
The last day I saw her was a bright summer day. It had been a wonderful summer thus far, after a successful last week in college and a weeklong trip to Arizona to visit relatives. The various mixes and places and people was, even for a person of my timid nature, exciting and satisfying for the general human nature that yearns for adventure. However, as soon as homesickness set it, I was already on the plane ride back to my own home until I would depart again for an end-of-the-summer trip before returning to school again. My summer had been several successful weeks of hot days and warm nights, full of my contented feeling of being surrounded by friends. One of my best memories was sitting outside on one of the said warm nights, under the bast canopy of stars, and looking at the crescent moon sit in its sea of brightly glittering stars, a companion to them. Perhaps without the moon they would feel as if they had no leader, and that is why the moon so carefully watches over the stars, its little friends in the positively black and blue night, and in the great expanse of space.
The cosmos has always fascinated me. It has always dazzled me to the point where all I can do when staring up at the stars above is admire them. I feel sometimes that without the cosmos, I'd be lost and alone, just like the stars themselves and the moon.
They say when a star dies, another is born. That's a misnomer. When a star dies, hundreds of others are born. They float out into the vast expanse of space beyond and start a life of their own. This is why we must learn to live with out losses and try to make a new life in the ones that have been lost. We must mold our character and learn to live with what has happened. As humans, we must experience life and death. It is only fair that we must realize that this happens to everyone, and that one day, everyone on this planet will be gone. But in their place, there will be just as many, if not more, people. Like the stars, with every death comes several new births. The world is not perfect-nothing is perfect. But one thing that is perfect is the fact that we can take something away, and although it may be impossible to replace, we can always learn to live with things such as death by making something completely new.
I have learned to deal with my friend's death by now. I realize she is gone and that she won't be coming back. But I feel as if she's still with me, and that she's watching my every move, and like she did when she was still alive, helping me along the way.
In one of her last e-mails with me, she told me I was the best for checking in on her and making sure everything was okay before her heart surgery. I replied that this is what friends are for. Looking back, I realize I couldn't have said anything better. I was her friend, and I was worried for her, because the love we call friendship essentially makes us obligated to make sure our said friend is doing well.
I will never forget my last days with her or my first days with her. Every day with her was a gift, as I later learned when reflecting upon her heart condition. The days I had with her may have been rough at some times, but every time, every solitary time, they were a gift from God. I will never forget her, because even when she died, she was still being my best friend and pointing me in the right direction.
That is what friendship truly is.