StoryOfMyLife
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I've come to realize that friendship is a delicate, fickle thing. It can try the patience of us all, can bring out the best and the worst.
The wonderful thing about friendship, or most close relationships, is the ability to overcome obstacles of any sort. How the strength of a bond, of trust, of what we share alike with one another can bring us to reach impossible lengths. A power within great enough to withstand so many trials...
...and then the fragility of it. A paradox. The double-edged sword of how difficult times can be worked through, yet they can make or break such a relationship. It happens to everybody. We lose. We gain. We hold on with all of our might and sometimes it is enough...and other times, it is futile.
At the drop of a hat, one single occurrence could change everything. For better or for worse, not to sound cliché, but it is true. Something a person would expect to be able to work out could very well bring those building blocks of trust and relationship crumbling back down to the foundation again. It happens as people grow different from one another, grow apart, and new bonds and connections are made. Not as replacements, but as the continuity of life itself. We go on with memories to push us forward, our lessons learned becoming the new guides of what to avoid and what to embrace in the possible future.
Sometimes a mistake is reconcilable. When memories and shared emotion are strong enough, tying to such fond times, the urge to wipe the slate clean and rebuild from the rubble overwhelms. It takes time, more than before, less than, depending on how far each other cares to trust it to go, but it can be done.
Other times, no matter how much one may wish to repair what has been broken, the other may simply have lost interest. Or both may see that there is no real point to it anymore and agree, mutually, that ending things is best.
With family, I realize this isn't always the easiest thing to do, but to an extent, friendship is familial, isn't it? Welcoming a person into your arms, your mind, thoughts, feelings, sharing likes and dislikes...but family are not always friends. You can't choose them. What a strange little twist...
Nevertheless, the panic one feels when they have realized a friendship of any sort is beginning to slip through the cracks, for whatever reason, can only be described as such. Or panic to fear and fear to sadness, perhaps even to desperation all depending.
Fragile emotions...tendrils of rope fraying, splitting apart even while trying to tie them back together. Not impossible. Not always improbable, either. Hard work nonetheless, and yet...the outcome...worth it no matter how it is decided. Fighting. Reaching. We all do it to some extent. The survivors move on with another life lesson under their belt. The casualties find another path to take, opening another chapter to their lives, and learn to heal.
The wonderful thing about friendship, or most close relationships, is the ability to overcome obstacles of any sort. How the strength of a bond, of trust, of what we share alike with one another can bring us to reach impossible lengths. A power within great enough to withstand so many trials...
...and then the fragility of it. A paradox. The double-edged sword of how difficult times can be worked through, yet they can make or break such a relationship. It happens to everybody. We lose. We gain. We hold on with all of our might and sometimes it is enough...and other times, it is futile.
At the drop of a hat, one single occurrence could change everything. For better or for worse, not to sound cliché, but it is true. Something a person would expect to be able to work out could very well bring those building blocks of trust and relationship crumbling back down to the foundation again. It happens as people grow different from one another, grow apart, and new bonds and connections are made. Not as replacements, but as the continuity of life itself. We go on with memories to push us forward, our lessons learned becoming the new guides of what to avoid and what to embrace in the possible future.
Sometimes a mistake is reconcilable. When memories and shared emotion are strong enough, tying to such fond times, the urge to wipe the slate clean and rebuild from the rubble overwhelms. It takes time, more than before, less than, depending on how far each other cares to trust it to go, but it can be done.
Other times, no matter how much one may wish to repair what has been broken, the other may simply have lost interest. Or both may see that there is no real point to it anymore and agree, mutually, that ending things is best.
With family, I realize this isn't always the easiest thing to do, but to an extent, friendship is familial, isn't it? Welcoming a person into your arms, your mind, thoughts, feelings, sharing likes and dislikes...but family are not always friends. You can't choose them. What a strange little twist...
Nevertheless, the panic one feels when they have realized a friendship of any sort is beginning to slip through the cracks, for whatever reason, can only be described as such. Or panic to fear and fear to sadness, perhaps even to desperation all depending.
Fragile emotions...tendrils of rope fraying, splitting apart even while trying to tie them back together. Not impossible. Not always improbable, either. Hard work nonetheless, and yet...the outcome...worth it no matter how it is decided. Fighting. Reaching. We all do it to some extent. The survivors move on with another life lesson under their belt. The casualties find another path to take, opening another chapter to their lives, and learn to heal.
