How do you choose youre friends? Are they simply the people that surround you that you can tolerate, or do they find you? Are they your true soulmates, fated to you to help you through breakups, career changes and burned dinners, or are they just simply an outlet to complain to when all these happen?
I'd very much like to believe that friends- true, constant friends are the ones who get you. They know you are sad by the way your hair has been mussed, or that something is stressful by the glaring rawness of your lips. See through the smile to know you are crumbling, or through a frown and know that you are dramatic and will need a few minutes to get this out of your system. In reality, a friend is someone who understands you; cries for you when you are heartbroken, dances for you when you're celebrating, livens you and soothes you. Shakes your world and slows life down. They are your better half, for better or for worse, and you are theirs. These people are treasures- irreplacable and vital, exceptional and infrequent. Something to be searched for, but never simply found just in the way that the aimless searching for a good poem is uselessly constant- it finds you on it's own accord, exactly when you're ready for it.
As for the rest of the world? Unless they are good for you, then why let yourself be held back? Why go out of your way for what will only hurt you, wasting precious time better spent with those who make you whole? Tolerable seems unbearably shallow and grey compared to Unflagginly Beautiful.
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