The illusion of friendship
I was listening to "Je suis un soir d'ete", a song by Jacques Brel, when it triggered a reflection on friendship and its illusive nature in the finite time of life. The following is an articulated collection of the thoughts that emerged.
Friendship, like a mirage shimmering on the horizon of a desert, often promises more than it can deliver. I chase after it, convinced that what I see is real, like a cool oasis to quench my thirst for connection, intimacy, and understanding. However, as I draw closer, I sometimes find that the water is nothing more than sand slipping through my fingers. This is the illusion of friendship: a bond that feels solid and real yet remains elusive, distant, and fragile.
There is a certain melancholy in this realisation. Friendship, at its core, is supposed to be a refuge, a solid tree under which I can rest from the storms of life. Yet, how often do I find myself standing beneath its branches, only to realise that the shade it offers is thinner than I thought? The leaves dance with promises of loyalty and companionship, but when the winds of hardship blow, they scatter like confetti in the wind. I am left standing alone in the sun's harsh glare, wondering if I ever truly had a friend at all.
When tended to with care, friendship can feel like a garden of flowers, beautiful and vibrant. But here lies another illusion: not all flowers bloom forever. Some friendships are seasonal; they flourish for a time and then wither away as life pulls us in different directions. I may try to water them with effort and attention, but no amount of nurturing can revive what has already died. The garden becomes overgrown with weeds of misunderstanding and neglect, choking out the beauty that once was. Having lived in many places, I have started many gardens and ended up leaving them unattended at some stage.
And yet, despite this inevitable decay, there is hope. The illusion of friendship does not negate its value; instead, it reveals the fragility of human connection. It reminds me that even the most steadfast relationships are subject to time's relentless march. Friendships must adapt or risk drying up entirely like a river flowing endlessly through changing landscapes. The excitement of meeting someone new, the spark of shared laughter and mutual understanding can be intoxicating. But just as quickly as it comes, it can fade into the background noise of life's demands.
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Perhaps the most painful aspect of this illusion is the distance that always lingers between me and others. Even in my closest friendships, there is an invisible wall, a barrier made up of unspoken thoughts, hidden insecurities, and private pains that no one else can truly understand. I may stand side by side with my friends, but emotionally, I am miles apart. This distance is not always felt immediately; it creeps in slowly like a fog rolling over familiar terrain until one day, I realise that I can no longer see each other clearly.
But within this distance lies an opportunity for growth. The pain of separation teaches me resilience; the ache of unmet expectations forces me to look inward for strength. True friendship may be rare, like finding a four-leaf clover in a grass field, and I have very precious people in my life. When it does appear, it shines all the brighter for having survived the illusions that surround it.
In moments of reflection, I wonder if, perhaps, friendship is meant to be an illusion, not in the sense that it is false or meaningless but rather that it is inherently transient and imperfect. Like a puzzle with missing pieces or a song played slightly out of tune, friendship never quite fits together as neatly as I hope. And maybe that's okay. Perhaps part of what makes friendship so precious is its very imperfection, the knowledge that despite its flaws and limitations, I still choose to cherish it.
So yes, friendship can be an illusion, a fleeting rainbow after a storm or a lighthouse guiding me through temporary darkness. It is also real in its own way. It may not always provide the shelter or solace I seek; it may leave me feeling more alone than connected at times. But even so, it offers glimpses of something greater: moments when two souls touch across the vast expanse between them and remind each other that they are not entirely alone.
In this way, friendship becomes both an illusion and a truth, a paradox I must learn to live with if I am ever to find peace within myself and with others.