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Published: 2009-10-16 20:45:39 +0000 UTC; Views: 10472; Favourites: 386; Downloads: 48
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I watched my best friend die.It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that.
Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living.
What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in this same old life.
Do we?
Are we happy in this life? Inside, where it counts, are we happy?
My best friend came from nowhere. One minute I had no one, and the next… I guess it's a sort of blessing that my best friend arrived when I needed comfort the most.
We began to go out and have wild trips galumphing up the roads. We made war with bits of paper and paint, but we both came out triumphant at the end, two winners in a life that no one wins.
In the end, my best friend died alone and I... I made it happen.
I made my best friend die.
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To be honest, this reminds me of when you kill off a character when you are writing... I have no idea why...
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I can actually understand where you are coming from there. I like your interpretation!
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Hi there. I love this piece. Do you mind if I upload it on my blog (www.faridsalim.com ). I'll definitely credit you as you wish. Great work. Keep it up.
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Do you have an example of a post where you credit a person?
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I've never put anyone else's work on my blog. This would actually be the first time. But something like, 'Written by (link to author's profile/page/etc)'.
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If you could have "Inside, written by 3wyl", and have "Inside" be a link to this piece here, and "3wyl" be a link to my profile, then I would grant permission for that.
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Consider it done. I would change this "I made my best friend die" to this "I watched my friend die" as long as its fine by you.
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Awesome. I thank you for this. Will send you the link once its up just so you can confirm the agreed terms are in effect. Again, loved it.
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That would be much appreciated, thank you!
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I have been "that" friend; the departed and the murderer.
Can we all say that we've been on both sides of the fence?
Do we really do our best for the people we love, or only what will favor us... make us seem like good people.
I know my motives, but I do not know yours.
Great piece of writing... very inspirational and thought-provoking.
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Hmm...I would like to think that most people have been on both sides, but then some people haven't, and they've been affected just as much by not experiencing the other side.
It is definitely a give and take thing for sure.
Thank you very much.
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Very true. And not everyone reacts the same to "changes" in relationships.
Everything that means anything is a give and take... compromise and exchange.
Thank you for sharing.
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Yes, indeed. Some people can work with change in relationships, and others can't.
It is a compromise and an exchange, I agree!
Thank you for commenting.
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You bet. Thanks for the inspired topic. Have a beautiful weekend.
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"What is death?" I mean really do we know what it truly is? For all we know there could be another stage after this thing we call "life."
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There is the possibility of there being another stage after 'life', but as there is no concrete fact of it, it is difficult to place faith, trust, etc. in that.
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Not until we die, and by then, it may very well be too late.
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Your best friend died because of you? I am sorry. What happened?
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That is up to your interpretation.
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If it wasn't for deviant art, I would have no friends, no one to talk to, or no life. (Not literally, I have a life.)
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10 Years
Days pass
Time flies
You don't realize
Today you waste
This dying youth of beauty & pleasure evaporates
Lives are connected to lasting obsessions that become possessions of waste
& I try to remember this everyday - & do better than it, make a difference to someone, make myself happy as well.
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That is really quite beautiful, a poem in its own right.
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Wow... That had really really great detail. A+. Amazing. Extraordinary.
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Thank you very much, especially as it is quite short!
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I was under the impression that the speaker hurt their friend emotionally in some irrevocable way.
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Yes, I do see where you are coming from there! Sometimes, the things that we do...there is no going back from it, and things may never be the same again afterwards. It's quite humbling for a friend to forgive you after such an act.
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That is quite an interesting interpretation!
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So hopefully the friend will be there again next time a friend is needed.
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This was beautiful, it really hit close to home.
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True
Most of us are probably scared of dying
But don't be ashamed to admit it
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as it is said: "Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live". believe me....i know.
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