Over time, I’ve felt something unsettling:
There is no husband and wife.
No father and son.
No mother and daughter.
No labels that truly last.
There is only friendship.
And yet, I still don’t know where this friendship resides.
How can we be everything but not friends?
Are we just roles—landing here as “relations,” living as “relations,” and vanishing the same?
Then again, we return. Repeat. Roles again.
But I wonder—what if we are not roles, not relations?
What if we are simply bundles of friendship?
We aren’t here to stay.
We’re here to carry it forward—miles and miles ahead—
each step driven by our own creativity,
our own truth.
And there’s no coming back.
What we don’t find in relations, we often find in friendship:
A happy friendship.
A sad friendship.
But always, a fulfilling one.
Even when it hurts, it heals.
Even when it breaks, it teaches.
Friendship cannot be added—it just is.
Imagine a world built on friendships, not relations.
It would be brighter.
More colorful.
Each day, a new shade would appear.
But most of us were born into relations.
Rigid ones.
Defined before we even spoke.
And so we search—long and hard—for what’s missing.
That search will never end if we don’t pause and explore.
If we don’t ask ourselves what friendship truly means.
In some parts of the world, friendship is rare—
or almost absent.
Or maybe hidden.
If you are lucky enough to have friendship instead of just relations—
meet those friendships.
Speak to them.
Keep them close.
Friendship is the resonance of matching frequencies—
a quiet, beautiful constructive interference.
No bond can match that.
But to feel that, we must first recognize it.
Otherwise, we’ll keep living inside boxes—
tight boxes, rigid boxes—
with give and take, fake and break.
And somewhere in that mess,
a quiet friendship will try to push through.
We’ll ask:
Is this a friendship? Or just another role disguised?
And before we can answer—
Friendship. Gone with the wind.
And the search begins. Again.
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