Friendship & Trust

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Friendship is a virtue. It is a relationship of respect, peace, dignity, and trust. A true, sincere and caring friend is worth a thousand insincere fellows. He/She understands you and your feelings. A true friend is bonded by heart to you. You can pour yourself out and share your feelings in front of your bestie. But, sometimes.......Ok, let's hold that thought right there.  

I didn't do the introduction to today's Let's Talk so first I'll do that.

So, Hi Friends!!! This is Ishaan and I am back with another post. Hope you all are doing well. So, today let's talk about Friendship & Trust. If you ask me both of these things are really time taking for me. I cannot trust or befriend someone in just a couple of moments. It takes time for trust and friendship to build up between two people. I did not even see the point in making friends until 5th grade. Back then my only friends were my close relatives. 

I thought I made a few friends in 6th grade but they were not my friends. They used to call me a lot of names and used to do body-shaming. They were worse than bullies in a way. So, I felt that making friends is pointless as they only hurt you. I realized that I was wrong and that friends are a necessary part of life and they are very helpful if you get the right company. I finally made some good friends last year and I trust them now. 

How does a best friend affect our lives? 

Our best friend plays a crucial role in our lives, giving us a sense of belonging when we feel lonesome, a boost when we’re discouraged, and warmth when we’re blue. We may never realize how our best friends have managed to make a huge impact, but their influence in our lives will definitely go beyond time and expectation.

Point is that you should not stop making friends. I am an ambivert for me, it is hard to make friends and I did feel sad, demotivated and let down due to the fake friends. Honestly, I didn't make any friends for a while after that incident. But, just cause you didn't find the right friends the first time doesn't mean that you will never find them. Learn to let go of those fake people and keep making new friends. Trust me one day or the other you will surely find true friends.

Now, for me, trust is not something that I can just give away easily. It takes a lot of truth to earn trust but just one lie to lose it. In my view trust is like the glue of life. It's the most essential ingredient in effective communication. It is the foundational principle that holds all relationships. If I trust someone then I am always ready to help them and I always support them however I can. But, someone who breaks my trust is just my enemy and they just get registered in my brain as a bad person.  

Sometimes the line between true friends and fake ones becomes unclear. However, when you begin to understand who are your true friends then it all feels a lot better. At this point, I have three friends who I can call my true friends. I can't use names so I'll use codes- The Artist, The Jester, and The Optimist - they have made me see the good side of life, and I enjoy a lot with them. I trust them and they are truly the best. They say that "Friends are the family you choose." and I think I have finally chosen the right ones.

A lot of people say that distance can break even the deepest of friendships. But, I do not agree. I feel that true friends are never apart. Maybe in distance but never in the heart.

So, the moral of the story blog is that friends and family are the only ones who help you in times of need. So appreciate them and also appreciate my blog(if you like it) by Following me.

Do comment and tell me your opinions. As I am most eager to hear about them. See you in the next post until then take care. 

Bye!

Check out the previous posts:

Dreams 

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/02/lets-talk-dreams.html

Questions

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/02/lets-talk-questions.html

A Hint Of Mischief 

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/02/lets-talk-hint-of-mischief.html

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