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“Who is your best friend?”<\/em> My cousin’s question startled me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“… I don’t think I have a best friend.”<\/em> I said, nervous by this surprise question.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“How can it be?!”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, I have found a best friend now. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s my journal<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s my writing. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My journal is my secret treasure box \u2014 I don’t know what I’m going to find in it when I begin to write.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In all these cases, your journal can be your new best friend, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don’t write<\/em>?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe you paint.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Your painting can be your new best friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don’t paint?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Find your passion<\/em> and make it your best friend.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It can be the best decision of your life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[11,8],"class_list":["post-57","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog","tag-selfdiscovery","tag-selfhelp"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t