Friends… How many of us have them?

What are friends.

If they don’t inspire you?

If they don’t reflect back what was freely given


Without an expectation of a ROI.

Friends are always there, their presence not predicated


when they need something, as they callously sling

The painful darts of…

Let me, gimme, I need, can you?

As these words

Cut deeper than any knife…

When a mere “How are you doing?” would have sufficed.


The dialogue is organic, unforced and is food for the soul.


If they aren’t there to speak truth, when truth is not



Or we for that matter, want to hear.

Friends don’t fear the gray area of bruised egoes.


Their focus is selfishlessness, making you…



And in that, lies our empowerment.

Time and distance are impervious…


the power, majesty and dedication that is the manifestation of



How many of us have them?

Or is it that we are asking the wrong question?

Should the query be….

Friends, how many of us obfuscate and unjustly

bestow that title to those who are unworthy of it?

Is it unfounded

to call those who only masquerade as such

to acquire the benefits

of friendship

while neglecting to make a equal investment in the endeavor.

Is it fair to call them our enemies?

Or is it that they are enemies

to the institution

to the idea

to the very foundation of



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