Friendship is something fascinating that arises from the collision between a single synchronicity and countless improbabilities.
Have you ever stopped to think that you and your best friend probably wouldn’t have met if one of you had arrived just a few minutes earlier or later at the place where you first crossed paths?
Not only in real life, but even in friendships that began online — if the feed had been refreshed, or the post where you both commented had been deleted, the connection between your souls might never have happened, and perhaps never again in this lifetime.
I believe the true power of friendship is born from that miraculous collision, and it is beautifully portrayed in childhood cartoons where, in moments of crisis or heroism, the protagonist recalls memories with their friends, and that remembrance awakens a supernatural force capable of moving mountains.
What I’ve realized is that friendship gains its shape and “magical powers” precisely because it’s something built, refined, cultivated, and maintained by pure will.
There are no obligations or duties in friendship as there often are in family or romantic relationships.
A friend is the one who watches your relationships begin, blossom, or end, and remains there with you (and you with them).
A friend sees you laugh, cry, struggle, heal, and thrive — and doesn’t walk away. Quite the opposite: they feel what you feel, perhaps just with less intensity.
And have you ever wondered about the telepathic bond between long-time friends, the kind that makes one of you know the other is in trouble before any message or call?
To me, this is one of the clearest signs that friendship creates a connection between souls — something that surpasses the physical body and the material world, becoming completely real, even if invisible.
Perhaps like the wind or the air itself: subtle, yet capable of sustaining tons of a moving airplane.
And maybe that’s the crucial detail — movement.
A true friendship is always in motion and growth, even if you and your best friend haven’t seen each other in years.
Time passes, and the affection only matures, much like a fine wine gaining value.
With friendship,
Marquis David
PS: If you enjoyed this essay, check what I wrote about expressions of love and grace in The Grace of Remaining Gentle. I’m sure you’ll find it quite interesting.
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