“ A good friend will always be willing to bail you out of jail, a best friend will be in the cell next to you saying ‘Dam, that was fun!’”
-Groucho Marx
Life’s made up of experiences, and each experience is made what it is by the people you share it with. Going through life without forming a single bond would be impossible. Extrapolating this, life’s experiences can be made either positive or negative by those causing the experience, and if you try to force one reaction or another, then the resulting memory is strained (ultimately a waste, as that time could be spent with someone who makes your time worth it). Often times we live out moments of our lives with other whist truly, genuinely believing that they are making our experiences better, when we either do not know, or do not want to admit that that person is not who we project them to be. Though not a comfortable realization, it is one that makes the world’s spin shift direction, for once they stop producing negative memories, or simply not creating happy ones, that leaves a blank for someone to fill with joy. Contrariwise, the longer one spends with a person who leaves them with experiences they will recall with fondness, the stronger the bond will grow, as those memories are the fastening of two or more lives for a certain time. Each favorable fastening creates a link to the past, and the more of these there are in between a pair or group of people, the stronger the bond grows, for the lives become fastened together by memories.
Be it fate, simple chance, divine providence or Karma that brings people together (I’m not saying any of these is the right answer, you figure that out. I’m a writer, not your local monk), when two people first meet, there is no instant of acknowledgment, people are not born friends, it’s a proses. When one meets a person and there is steady interaction, we form a subconscious judgment and assessment of them; this is our subconscious telling us that they are a good person to continue the relation with or not. Once our Id’s make their mind, we begin to seek the person we call friend. From this stage, any number of things can happen, you could have found your partner, your next drinking buddy, simply another good friend, or your best-man/bridesmaid, or a few of these rolled into one person. Regardless of their occupation, they are primarily your friend: their life now affects yours. Once your Superego catches onto what is going on, memories will already be blossoming, the links between your two timelines are cemented, and the good times you experienced will be your justification as to why they are your friend and you will forget the dethatched reasoning that led you to this stage. Perspectives then change, what was once a planned occasion becomes an effortless saga, yet another experience that contributes to a fulfilled life, these temporary alignments that lead to memories now begin to take another form, they create what can only be described as a train-track, an individualistic partnership, a parallel independence. It is these, unplanned, unprompted memories that sit at the very core of life’s toolbox, they are the true incarnation of human nature.
Friendship is beyond explanation, as a kindred bond is one that knows no logic the only law it sees as its master is the law of causality; that which creates a valued memory shall continue without let, hindrance or explanation, until enacted on by force that is sufficiently powerful as to equally cancel out that which created the valued memory. Thus is the base of friendship. As we saw a change in the two timelines, there is another shift that can happen, when two become so closely locked that they escape the realm of formula, rising above language and expression (“Best friends” or “besties” docent really do the trick). Soon, simply coexisting will me an experience to remember, as their timeline and yours are so fluidly interchangeable, it is like looking into your own world, yet from the eyes of another; at the same time, it can be you bearing witness to their world, only from their eyes. This is the nature of what makes people trust, not in one, but in the nature of their race, those memories, though simple in appearance, hold the wealth of nations within them. In time, not only the explanation will be beyond words to others, but also to yourself, with the only validation being something ethereal, beyond comprehension. The best stories are those told by two joint narrators, but that do not engulf one another, for if you were to be constantly experiencing the world with one, then you would only see one world. The best offers you quality, whilst you make your own experiences with others, and yourself (you can be great company sometimes). By then, the two stories will be different; they will merge and separate but never part, they will transcend time and space, creating a niche outside of this world where the gods wait upon you, and ambrosia flows through the very core of the moment.
It is not always the activity that creates the experience; it is the moment. That, singular moment where you feel the world at your feet, the heavens at your back, driving you to glory, the stars are ringing with your ballad and all of history stretches out in front of you fervently awaiting your acknowledgment. But what makes it truly great is the person standing next to you.
-Groucho Marx
Life’s made up of experiences, and each experience is made what it is by the people you share it with. Going through life without forming a single bond would be impossible. Extrapolating this, life’s experiences can be made either positive or negative by those causing the experience, and if you try to force one reaction or another, then the resulting memory is strained (ultimately a waste, as that time could be spent with someone who makes your time worth it). Often times we live out moments of our lives with other whist truly, genuinely believing that they are making our experiences better, when we either do not know, or do not want to admit that that person is not who we project them to be. Though not a comfortable realization, it is one that makes the world’s spin shift direction, for once they stop producing negative memories, or simply not creating happy ones, that leaves a blank for someone to fill with joy. Contrariwise, the longer one spends with a person who leaves them with experiences they will recall with fondness, the stronger the bond will grow, as those memories are the fastening of two or more lives for a certain time. Each favorable fastening creates a link to the past, and the more of these there are in between a pair or group of people, the stronger the bond grows, for the lives become fastened together by memories.
Be it fate, simple chance, divine providence or Karma that brings people together (I’m not saying any of these is the right answer, you figure that out. I’m a writer, not your local monk), when two people first meet, there is no instant of acknowledgment, people are not born friends, it’s a proses. When one meets a person and there is steady interaction, we form a subconscious judgment and assessment of them; this is our subconscious telling us that they are a good person to continue the relation with or not. Once our Id’s make their mind, we begin to seek the person we call friend. From this stage, any number of things can happen, you could have found your partner, your next drinking buddy, simply another good friend, or your best-man/bridesmaid, or a few of these rolled into one person. Regardless of their occupation, they are primarily your friend: their life now affects yours. Once your Superego catches onto what is going on, memories will already be blossoming, the links between your two timelines are cemented, and the good times you experienced will be your justification as to why they are your friend and you will forget the dethatched reasoning that led you to this stage. Perspectives then change, what was once a planned occasion becomes an effortless saga, yet another experience that contributes to a fulfilled life, these temporary alignments that lead to memories now begin to take another form, they create what can only be described as a train-track, an individualistic partnership, a parallel independence. It is these, unplanned, unprompted memories that sit at the very core of life’s toolbox, they are the true incarnation of human nature.
Friendship is beyond explanation, as a kindred bond is one that knows no logic the only law it sees as its master is the law of causality; that which creates a valued memory shall continue without let, hindrance or explanation, until enacted on by force that is sufficiently powerful as to equally cancel out that which created the valued memory. Thus is the base of friendship. As we saw a change in the two timelines, there is another shift that can happen, when two become so closely locked that they escape the realm of formula, rising above language and expression (“Best friends” or “besties” docent really do the trick). Soon, simply coexisting will me an experience to remember, as their timeline and yours are so fluidly interchangeable, it is like looking into your own world, yet from the eyes of another; at the same time, it can be you bearing witness to their world, only from their eyes. This is the nature of what makes people trust, not in one, but in the nature of their race, those memories, though simple in appearance, hold the wealth of nations within them. In time, not only the explanation will be beyond words to others, but also to yourself, with the only validation being something ethereal, beyond comprehension. The best stories are those told by two joint narrators, but that do not engulf one another, for if you were to be constantly experiencing the world with one, then you would only see one world. The best offers you quality, whilst you make your own experiences with others, and yourself (you can be great company sometimes). By then, the two stories will be different; they will merge and separate but never part, they will transcend time and space, creating a niche outside of this world where the gods wait upon you, and ambrosia flows through the very core of the moment.
It is not always the activity that creates the experience; it is the moment. That, singular moment where you feel the world at your feet, the heavens at your back, driving you to glory, the stars are ringing with your ballad and all of history stretches out in front of you fervently awaiting your acknowledgment. But what makes it truly great is the person standing next to you.