A Lesson from Friends

Post written by Harold Maesulia. Follow me on twitter.

I must honestly declare that a big portion of the meaning of my life comes not from me. If I could numerically rate it, an honest 99.9% of the peace of mind, comfort and joy that I enjoy each day are from the living fountain that springs from God and my beloved devoted friends.

When I recently rambled under one of my life’s terrible situations, the feeling I got when my friends didn’t manage to recognize my state (which is so much my own fault for not informing them) was so degrading that I hooked myself up in bed almost for a whole day skipping breakfast and lunch because the feeling of loneliness had overwhelmed me with bad thoughts that I had no craving whatsoever for anything I use to regard as good.

Everyone has, somewhere down the line, a place where even the usual smile that use to bring you delight won’t give you that free giveaway.

I hated myself and remembered writing offensively to describe myself in my journal. The bitterest thing that I’d do as person is to hate someone and be a bad impression.
A recently almost knocked my friends over to the enemy’s camp after an action that hold nothing close to things which should bind friends together.

I woke up the next morning feeling a great rush of guilt flowing through my veins as if I was alone on an island. I shed bitter tears cos that to me was our parting time. I felt that I was such a bad person, for I did things without thinking about how they’ll affect my neighbors. So locking me indoors for a whole day was an option I chose.

I didn’t know if my friends could ever talk to me anymore, but I remember praying for a soft heart so that they’d realize that I am just a human and that I can make it up to them if given another chance.

Facebook was my point of going out into the world then. Some of my friends came across weird looking notes on my page and inquired what I was up to. I held back a lot cos I didn’t want to speculate that much but I was up with lots of “what the hell is wrong with me” and all these to beautify my facebook page.

It was two days after going around with that feeling that an action from one of my friends, one of which I thought I hurt, changed my world altogether. It was dinner time and as I walked in he was sitting alone on a table. I saw him but pretended as if I didn’t notice his presence. But as I proceeded to be served, he shouted my name and I noticed that he was giving me a smile. I went over ashamed with a kid-looking smile to shake his hand. “How are you?” he asked. “I’m good!” said I as I started to feel forgiveness coming from my friend a thing which I thought would be shared by the others.

I apologised to my friends afterwards for being a nausiance.

Well why the hell am I telling you all these? I got a feeling that learning is the best weapon if you want to be good at something.

We can't be always perfect and it doesn't need a very long time for anything ill in nature to sprout up to swallow the cordial relationship you have with someone, whether it be sexual or just a friend friend kind of relationship, the one which I'm talking about here.

You won't really get the whole picture of what I'm talking about until you feel as if you've screwded up everything that you won't be of any matter to anyone. Cos only then will you acknowledge the fact that friends will always be friends and we need them to give us reasons to stay around.

I'll advise you to give way for consideration as a friend. Think of what you're going to do before even doing it. Is it gonna be healthy for you and your friends? Keep in mind that the legacy behind your deeds is what will affect you the most. So don't always go for short term amusements.

From the side of my very loyal friends, we should learn to take home the message that humans are all bound to make mistakes and we need to bend with the weather if keeping a good relationship is a goal.

That's why it's worth having friends and keeping them. If you're yet to find any, start looking for means to make some.

Life is complete when you have people around you to get you going with life.