The answer to this question may depend on what or how the people see it through their own perspectives. Because as for me, it is a matter of interrelatedness of two souls of which both must have a good determination to stay their friendship the way as it is. It is a tangled two distinctive souls but are bound together to produce a good relationship. But to consider the individuality that a person has. Is it possible to come up with a good relationship such as friendship?
Further as to some of my experiences which I must say personal, I have been in too many different kinds of friendship and each of them has of course distinctive ways to be called as one – that which I found so weird ‘cause in this age I just realized that why I even had different kinds of friend when until now I still can’t find a real one. Actually, there were no standards I prefer with, no attitude as requirement, neither looks and built. I was just maybe not still satisfied with the people whom I called friends. Friends. Friends for me are the ones that understand and could catch your inner conscience as how you expected, the ones that help you out in trouble without expecting a help back, the ones that could make you smile when you don’t even want to, they’re the ones that would easily help you out from the challenges you face without receiving a call from you, they’re the ones that could read your mind as if your souls were in much connections than the way you communicate to each other, and of course, they are the ones that would treat you as family – as someone who is so special.
For 19 years of being an imperfect existent in this planet, and for having hundreds and more friends, I am not still satisfied with the relationship that I had with these random people. My family was the only companion I have and I thought I was contented of having them beside me, but then of course there were things that are just too complex to share with them. I was longing for a perfect companion, a good one, an understanding friend that would at least hear my inner voice and could comfort my sad spirit that was also longing for a perfect one. But there was no one to be considered as perfect.
My happy and colorful crust was an opposite to my core. I may look fine but in the deepest part of me was an actual battle between life and obstacles and I am in need for someone to help me out from this insanity that is living under. But who? There was no one as imperfect as me to be acknowledged as who I was looking for. Maybe at some degree, there’s just me. A ‘me’ that would only understand me. Because after all, it’s only myself that could understand all the mess I have done, all the insanity I am having, and all the misunderstandable things I am dealing.
What is friendship? Personally my answer would be, friendship is an imaginary matter that existed through human minds. Referring to my experiences, I never had seen what friendship really is, it was just a false relationship invented by common people that have no thinking or too oblivious to be sensitive. Our mind possesses such knowledge by which gives us the capability to be sensitive yet emotions surround it. We easily get attached to the things people show us without realizing that those things are just fake virtues by which people misinterpret as kindness and admiration. There is no such thing as friendship. Each people has an individual capacity to think and to be aware. Thus, it is indeed impossible for someone to link his self to others.