To You, My Friend
The first time I was poignant while writing, as much as my memory serves me, was when I wrote a letter to my childhood friend that left the country; the second time...is while I write this. Want to know why? Then let's go through the next few paragraphs together! There's at least one person that goes by the title of our friend, be it mutual or not, be it admitted or not, we're either someone's friend or they, ours. I've been privileged to live for some two decades, and in these years of living I have realised that friendships have now become associations rather than a mutual affection. I might sound a bit too traditional or like some would say, not 21st century-minded, but the fact that this relationship which is the realest in this small world is getting reduced to all sorts of mediocrity is despicable. This post is far from being a preacher, but I just think it necessary to let you be aware that there are still people in an organic friendship, and not the