A Friend

I have asked myself about the thing that makes me Eidrian. For so many times, it still is recurring in my head. People always think of these things and that is natural. However, I have always given my life so much to discover this. I have tried so many paths that I felt lost after the biggest bump in the road. Since then, I try not to see myself in a position that feels unchanged.

I always had this like of trying something unheard of. That is why I always end up at the weird side of things. It is perhaps for this reason I, most likely get misunderstood. I have always been viewed for being alone as some kind of eccentric. It is sad but to notice. Nevertheless, It is really bugging me to see that people take too much pride for what they do to please the group. I have never seen so many people so eager to be a part of norms. Norms which dictate what people want you to be. But where’s the consideration of the individual, Where’s the essence of “you”? Imagine a world where all people are alike. It is quite boring to live in a world without diversity.

People have always misunderstood me of how different I am, but I myself am wondering how mirrored images make fun of me. To put it more understandably, I do not really mind. I have always believed that you are what you want to be, not someone who is a copy of a person. I believe that giving each other space and giving each other worth is the true meaning of a friend. A friend is someone who would care if something happens to you and will notify you of his identity. He is not afraid of showing himself to the other. He is also not bothered by the essence of a person, and rather understands it.

Friends are important people, but their importance does not mean you strip yourself of your essence. Rather, you should put a mark on your friend, the same way he did on you.