Deep Friendship

 As the years have gone by, I’ve come to realise that I know many people, but have only a few true friends. Acquaintances are plenty - familiar faces who come and go through different phases of life. But friends… real friends are different. They occupy a deeper place - not defined by frequency, proximity, or even similarity, but by connection.

What’s interesting is that my closest friends are nothing like me. They have completely different personalities, different worldviews, and often a very different outlook on life. Some are spontaneous where I’m structured; some thrive in chaos while I prefer calm; some chase adventures while I find joy in reflection. And yet, when we talk - whether after a few months or a few years - it feels effortless, like time simply folded in on itself. 

With them, silence isn’t awkward. Distance isn’t felt. We pick up where we left off, without explanations or expectations. There’s a quiet understanding - that we’ve each changed, grown, and aged a little — but the thread that binds us remains untouched. It’s taken me time to understand that deep friendships aren’t about constant contact; they’re about constant care. They are built on the comfort of knowing that someone, somewhere, understands you — not through shared routines, but through shared resonance.

In a world filled with quick chats, likes, and status updates, real friendships are like old trees - their roots unseen, growing quietly deeper with time. They don’t demand attention, but they give shade when you need it most. I’ve also realised that friendship, at its best, isn’t about similarity - it’s about acceptance. It’s about having people who see you clearly, even when you can’t see yourself that way.

So while life keeps expanding with new people and new experiences, I find myself grateful for those few constants - friends who may live in different cities, lead different lives, but still hold a piece of my story within theirs.

Some connections don’t fade with time — they deepen in its silence.