Dawn
There are so many people in this world. When we are young, we indulge in picking our best bets among them. We base our choices on petty things like a pretty headband or a funky shoe. Gradually, we are able to label them as our friends which is further based on mutual liking and gelling.
If the years are with us, we actually maintain a few of these. If the years are not with us, we tend to meet and greet new faces. New worlds, new smiles, accents, new handshakes. We move beyond headbands and shoes. Some of these people seem like the one's we knew, the one's we should have known. They go on to becoming our friends. As we elevate up the hierarchy to good and best friends, we feel they could be our friends for Life.
Now, I wonder if this is a mistake.
Definitely more than once have I genuinely considered, more than termed a person my friend for life. There were hopes involved and also a feeling of security, having backs and all the perks that come with everlasting friendship.
I am happy to say I have those friends, but they aren't the one's I'd have for life - by choice or by consequence.
People scatter, and people drift away. It's a Universal thing. Even though gravity has it's hold over us equally, people always Gravitate towards others. I gravitate towards new people all the time, vice versa.
When we were young we obviously didn't know it worked this way. Nor did we gravitate towards people other than our chosen few. They meant the Sun and Moon to us, and we could maturely picture them hold our hand till the end, by our death bed. With time we realize how different things actually are, how Not believing that a friend till the end is needed for survival is Okay, and how our constant gravitating actually exposes us to new horizons.
Life is best lived with a light mind. With age, crowded streets appeal. People appeal. Our criteria for choosing our friends changes, drastically even. We don't handpick, we Make friends. It happens more by chance than by choice. We start keeping from labeling them- breaking the fundamental rule, and instead in our heads they become people we are simply happy with and around. We do feel the need for these to stay with us till the end, we love the idea of The End and we always will. But dawns upon us the realisation that the end is far away, that there are a lot of people to meet, a lot of people to see.
And then there is Gravity, as the only constant, which I feel someday will break out, stretch and turn, and gravitate towards any other person.
If the years are with us, we actually maintain a few of these. If the years are not with us, we tend to meet and greet new faces. New worlds, new smiles, accents, new handshakes. We move beyond headbands and shoes. Some of these people seem like the one's we knew, the one's we should have known. They go on to becoming our friends. As we elevate up the hierarchy to good and best friends, we feel they could be our friends for Life.
Now, I wonder if this is a mistake.
Definitely more than once have I genuinely considered, more than termed a person my friend for life. There were hopes involved and also a feeling of security, having backs and all the perks that come with everlasting friendship.
I am happy to say I have those friends, but they aren't the one's I'd have for life - by choice or by consequence.
People scatter, and people drift away. It's a Universal thing. Even though gravity has it's hold over us equally, people always Gravitate towards others. I gravitate towards new people all the time, vice versa.
When we were young we obviously didn't know it worked this way. Nor did we gravitate towards people other than our chosen few. They meant the Sun and Moon to us, and we could maturely picture them hold our hand till the end, by our death bed. With time we realize how different things actually are, how Not believing that a friend till the end is needed for survival is Okay, and how our constant gravitating actually exposes us to new horizons.
Life is best lived with a light mind. With age, crowded streets appeal. People appeal. Our criteria for choosing our friends changes, drastically even. We don't handpick, we Make friends. It happens more by chance than by choice. We start keeping from labeling them- breaking the fundamental rule, and instead in our heads they become people we are simply happy with and around. We do feel the need for these to stay with us till the end, we love the idea of The End and we always will. But dawns upon us the realisation that the end is far away, that there are a lot of people to meet, a lot of people to see.
And then there is Gravity, as the only constant, which I feel someday will break out, stretch and turn, and gravitate towards any other person.
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