Every time I feel afraid
I hold tighter to my faith.
There was this school, which was rather famous for the student's excellent performance in arts and academic. Of course, things aren't always how people see it to be.
There was this new girl who joined the school. She wasn't exactly what you would call the most beautiful person on Earth and her performance were not as good as her classmates. However, she had a group of friends. At least, she thought they were.
Although she was friends with a group of students who were fantastic in their each and every performance, she didn't hate the others either. The others which her friends despised. She didn't. She didn't pretend to like them either, because she really appreciate them.
Until one day, she realised that her 'friends' don't seemed like friends. Through what? Through their actions, their reactions, their words. She can't communicate with them without having them misunderstanding her, or the other way round. She stopped keeping in touch with them and talked more with her other friends, whom the group dislike and despised so much.
She then realised. A good friend doesn't need to be marvellous in performing arts or academic. A good friend might be a person who fails in everything he/she does. Yet, however, understands you more than anyone else.
She wants to remember the lesson. She took her diary and flipped to a fresh, new page:
The Difference;
First group of friends --->
I really enjoy spending time with them. Nevertheless, I can't communicate well with them. I'm never able to fit into the group. The most we do is laugh, laugh, and laugh. We don't talk about our problems, we don't comfort each other. We know nothing about each other. Maybe they all know, but I don't. And I don't think they intend to let me know. I realised; the despise us. Us, men, in general. Or, humans. Even themselves.
Second group of friends --->
I didn't laugh with them as much as I did with the previous group. Yet, they taught me something important in life. A good friend is not the one that cheers you up when you're unhappy, a good friend is not the one that lend you a shoulder when you want to cry. A good friend in one that notices when you're unhappy, notices when you're going to cry. We talked a lot about our problems with one another. We might not understand but we listen. At least, I won't cry secretly anymore. I won't.
Lots of Love,
The Girl with a Broken Smile.
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Monday, August 20, 2007 / 4:40 PM