“Who is your best friend?” My cousin’s question startled me.
“… I don’t think I have a best friend.” I said, nervous by this surprise question.
“How can it be?!”
Yeah, how can it be? To not have a best friend in this world where everyone has a best friend? For almost a decade of my life until I graduated college, I found this question perplexing.
It it possible to not have a best friend? Someone with whom you can share your most intimate thoughts, your most daring adventures in the world of imagination, the treasures you hide in your secret hiding place?
It’s not that I hadn’t entertained the question of what comprises a best friend before. I had many friends. Friends in school. A few friends in my neighborhood. Friends who were my company almost every evening.
I just didn’t have a friend who I could call my confidante, my partner-in-crime, my sidekick. Someone I could call my soul friend.
Perhaps my definition of best friend was too stern. Perhaps not. Anyways, 15 years later, I find myself addressing my cousin’s question as I write this article:
Yes, I have found a best friend now.
It’s my journal.
It’s my writing.
It’s a friend, a therapist, a healer, a guide. Every day, I can learn new something new from my writing. I come up with startling new ideas and learn new revelations. Every day, I can discover a new world within myself.
My journal is my secret treasure box — I don’t know what I’m going to find in it when I begin to write.
Maybe you’re like me. Maybe you don’t have a best friend. Or, maybe you do. Maybe you find the question equally perplexing as I did.
In all these cases, your journal can be your new best friend, too.
Don’t write?
Maybe you paint.
Your painting can be your new best friend.
Don’t paint?
Find your passion and make it your best friend.
It can be the best decision of your life.
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