A friend existed

If it suits you, that’s not your greatness, that’s because it existed. I wonder every time when I talk to people who call me a friend and shared me everything they can. Though I don’t have many to boast about, I can count on them very appreciably. I soon sensed why every one had something like a friend. Not that I hastily conclude that man is a social being, as habit, I discovered it to be something that already exists and we are just discovering it. A friend is like a road, something like a road that you travel on daily. From your office to home, from market to home, or gym to home, which you get habituated to it, the more you travel on it. Very soon, you feel comfortable with it and come to know every turn of it, every kind of pit on it, and tune yourself to its traffic. But all this takes time. It takes time for every one of us to arrive to conclusions, that there is a kind of placate in being with someone else. And still it’s not that you traveled the road, in reality its great because the road allowed you to travel on it. Or is that the other way around, if I was wrong?  I came to some odd conclusions when I depersonalized an individual as a road, but what I understood was these singular impulses I sensed generally exist in the world as a couplet, that is from the both sides, thus making the road as something that has senses. This made me to drop to the floors, where nothing existed in singular form, even the relations among us. You allow me to travel on you and I allow you to travel on me. Each of us is a road to travel on. And who you allow and who to obstruct, makes you the kind of friend you are. A friend is never created, it existed.