Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind :)

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“Man is a social animal.” Aristotle said this; he knew that humans are social creatures who rely on and thrive in the presence of others. And I want to write about one of the best human beings on this planet. My best friend. 

Well, to make sure you are not bored while you read this, you can listen to this amazing little song.

For the longest time of my life I had no concept of a best friend; I hardly knew what that meant. When I was a kid, I did call people my best friends, but I never understood the depth of those seemingly simple words. Back then, my best friend was just someone who I liked more than my other friends—that's it. But well, life works in mysterious ways. 

I don't remember how Joel and I became friends. Joel was my school senior, senior, not even a classmate. I used to know him as the only other kid in school with an iPhone, and this was in the iPhone 4 era, so think late 2010s. He changed schools after 10th grade, and so did I, but somehow we still managed to keep in touch. 

We shared a lot of similar interests, mostly tech. Heck, we even bought our first cryptocurrency together. Starting the COVID lockdown, we started hanging out. As I have said before, due to my upbringing and the place I live, I had no friends near my home. And Joel's place was 5 km from my home. 

First I started going with his friends for movies; I slowly got introduced to new experiences in my life, and I got exposed to what life truly is. I met his friends, who are now my closest friends. I started to understand and live life. My life ever since I met him has had a very exponential growth trajectory, and I can honestly say if it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be the person I am right now. And I mean every single word of it. 

He has been there for all the vital moments of my life; he is that one friend who you can rely on to keep you safe. I could be stoned as a rock and high as a kite, and I knew I would get home safe because I was with him. He was reliable; I knew I could call him at 2 AM when things went south, and he would come running, and I knew he would understand. I did not have to tell him that I was not ok; he would know. He would understand what I was going through; he would listen and give me the best advice. And being a no bullshit person, he would straight up tell me he doesn't know if he wanted me to make the decision.  

Our adventures were also one for the books; we backpacked across Thailand for a month. Two people's clothes in nothing but a 9 kg cheap Wildcraft rucksack. Travelled halfwayacross the continent to watch our favorite artists. And simple things like Moka Pot coffees while we talk about Western philosophy and ponder the meaning of life. Things that genuinely spark joy in a person's heart. 

I'm sure when you guys are reading this, you are thinking about your best friend, and the funny thing is I know he will never read this. Hehe, I low-key don't want him to either. You might also think that I am biased. Well, he is my best friend after all, so you might assume I am exaggerating. But no, this dude honestly has no haters, and his friend circle was huge. His peppy, fully extroverted energy always showed, he was loved by everyone and will be missed by everyone. 

But he has finally moved countries, and now I shall be left alone in this vast expanse of this world full of peril. Well, a salute to new experiences and new phases of life. I shall welcome it with a warm embrace and find solace in the path it takes me down. 

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