“You don’t fight your friend, you fight for your friend.” This was something one of my best friends told me in my childhood. As a kid, I was stubborn to get things to go my way, like most kids. But one thing I didn’t know was that you can’t always force feelings and relationships onto someone. I tried to get friends by acting like them and behaving the way they wanted me to. But that only led to people manipulating me to get what they wanted. I realised I staked my self-respect to be with people who didn’t even want me. But I learnt my lesson then and there. Soon, I started making good friends. Although, I didn’t have a special friend, with whom I could share my secrets, and I often spoke about this to my mother. She would say, “You don’t go looking for important people in life; you realise the ones who are important, with time.” And so I learnt another life lesson, that you don’t go searching for friends but that they’ll become a part of your life at a most unexpected time.
It is really hard to find a best friend; a friend you share part of your soul with, who knows you better than you know yourself and who stays by your side without being judgemental. If you're lucky to find even one such friend, then you must hold onto that friend till eternity. You fight with them, they find a way back; you speak to them, everything feels alive again; you spend time with them, they make it memorable for ages. That’s what friends do; that’s what friends should mean to you. Although, there might be things you find difficult to speak about, even to your closest friends, fearing they would judge you. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to know for sure, that you have a friend, who will never judge you for anything? Yes. That’s what walls are to me.
Growing up, I found I had severe anger issues and I tried numerous ways to control them, but nothing worked. One day, after a fight, everybody decided they wouldn’t talk to me unless I calmed myself down, but that seemed impossible at the moment. I had to talk things out to someone before I could simmer down. Desperate, I started talking to a wall, which felt surprisingly comforting. I spent about 15 minutes talking to the wall, venting; and I felt better than ever. It was a moment of realisation. Ever since then, I spend time talking to the wall, whenever I feel troubled. Soon, this grew into a habit and I spoke to the wall as if it were my oldest friend, my best friend.
My friends don’t turn their backs on me. They’re easy to talk to and comfortable. They’re the best partners. They don’t cheat or lie. They don’t ignore or belittle you. They aren’t like people. They can’t go with you, but they don’t leave you. They don’t have a heart, but they aren’t heartless. They don’t speak, but they never fail to comfort you. They can’t see you, but they don’t judge you. They can’t feel you, but they know you. They can’t hear you, but they listen to you. I had found the friends I shared part of my soul with, who knew me better than I knew myself, who stayed by me without being judgemental. They aren’t mere walls, they are beautiful friends.
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