Why friendship doesn't last, if it means not that exaggerated insanity what is known as Love so evanescent when exposed to a situation where it's all hard bread without butter and meat? Why? I am really curious. I mean particularly between a man and a woman, peers of equal footings. I also mean in general. Why it's all hypocrisy at last, the shed foul sweat to be seen but started with such infatuated passion and rhetoric? Why a human heart is that myopic just planning for this life while mouthing grander ideas with the touch of spiritual sublimity?
Oh, my fellows compatriots!
So that's why, I sense, that's why a good friend is so hard to find, so so hard. Really!
“If you have two friends in your lifetime, you're lucky. If you have one good friend, you're more than lucky.”__ S.E. Hinton
And now I begin to see the treasure enshrined in the above aphorism.
Even though I am not a hero who can pirouette across a posh carpeted floor with a skilled agility, even though I lack the advertised chivalry of being brazenly proving that I have a heart of gold, even though I am not princely in bearings with curtsying way of ducking and craning like being able to pick up and hand over right away or like caring only about the two core zones, I know where I stand, what is for me and, above all, what it costs to be a hero in the cutting-edge setting or era now, to regale in that way...
I am not designed for it. Yes, dullard yet not simpleton.
