In a life span, a trusting and strong relationship is formed in everyone's life with the name of friend. That relationship is never built on the idea of gain or loss. Some moments appear before us, where the importance of the friend is immeasurable. To whom all the secrets of the mind can be revealed with confidence and trust. The hand of cooperation is extended and pulled to a safe place from danger.
Friend shows the path to enlightenment by returning from the darkness of wrong decision. The person involved in that trusting relationship can be called a friend by putting him in the seat of friendship. Friends can be more than one. The strongest bond of the soul with the soul is the friend.
Anyone can be a friend. There is no age for friendship. A friend is a dependable companion in overcoming circumstances, honesty, compassion, cooperation, sympathy, expression of feelings, overcoming fear. Sometimes neighbors, relatives, strangers come forward and stand in the role of friend. Raising hands in joint ventures in the hope of building a solid foundation. The permanence of friendship depends on honest and thoughtful thinking. He who has a friend is never poor. The point of arguing against the word is to take advantage of the point.
On our way to life, there are two types of friends come we get. Honest friend and dishonest friend. An honest friend with a white mind never looks at his own pocket. The friend of the dishonest and perverted mind is right in the chest. But if he puts one hand on his back, he has a privileged weapon in the other hand. The weapon of his treacherous friendship stops the long way of thinking of any good mind. A lot of times misunderstandings with each other come to the fore in difficult times to catch the cracks in the unbroken friendship. At that moment, it is possible to maintain the beauty of friendship subject to contemporary open discussion.
Aristotle says, ‘Every new thing seems great. But the older the friendship, the better and stronger it becomes. 'Again Emily Dickinson said,' My friends are my empire. 'But to me my friends are like hands and eyes. When the hand hurts, tears fall from the eyes. When tears fall from the eyes again, the hand that is in pain is busy wiping away the tears. So just as the relationship between pain and tears is so close, so is the bond of our friendship. Even if they are far away from each other, there is tension in the heart.
