.: doors :.
Over the short amount of time I have lived on this Earth, I have often been confused by friendship. It is something I have longed for. I have often gotten mad at those friends who have failed me and have rejoiced in those who have stayed. I long for true acceptance. I believe there will always be days when I feel like the world is on my side, and there will be completely opposite days, when I feel like I am all alone, left to just my thoughts.
Friendship for me has been like a hallway of doors. As I have walked along this hallway, I knock and ask if someone can come out to play. Some come out, some are too busy, some ignore me, but true friends remain. Many that have come outside have walked with me, even held my hand, but when things have gotten dark, they’ve gone back to where they came and reenter that door they once came out of.
As I am writing this, I am sitting in a class in college. Looking around, I see faces filled with desperation. Faces longing for acceptance. I understand why some people tattoo themselves, pierce their bodies in uncomfortable places, dye their hair the colors of Crayola spreads, grow their hair out, or even shave their heads; as different as I may be in appearance to them, I am one of them. I am a person who longs to be accepted for who I am or just have an eye to behold me and tell me that I’m worth a moment.
True friends will stay with us. They will see the sunset ahead, take our hands and tell us that we can make it. They will walk with us towards the sunset, and as the sun falls, walk by the light of the moon, till the sun rises again; and a new day begins. It may take years to find, but we must keep knocking, because we will never find that one special friend unless we first knock.
…to be continued
