My Friend and I

Yesterday, I got to realize that sometimes, love is letting someone go, as long as you know that that's what is best for them, even if all you want is for them to stay.

_{photo by Michael G}

I and three of my friends decided that we wanted to take a walk yesterday because it had been a while we left the house to do anything fun. While we were walking, it started raining heavily, so we had to quickly look for a place where we could stay for a while, while waiting for the rain to stop.

While we were waiting, I and one of the guys began having a conversation about his financial situation, and all of a sudden, a conversation that started out of us not having something better to talk about, turned into something really deep.

This was someone who has been my best friend for the past six years, so I felt I had to be honest with him, because I would rather prefer he hears the truth from me, even if it meant we won't be friends anymore, as long as the conversation ends up making his life a lot better than it is now.

You see, my friend has always had two options, the first being to get a job here and just hustle it out like the rest of us, while his second option was one that his mom had been asking him to do for a while now, which was to travel back home to stay with his parents who all live in another state, and then try to make something of his life there, probably get a job.

While the first option seem like a good idea, the obstacle there is that he doesn't have enough money on him to help sustain him for the first month that he would be working at any establishment. So what that meant was that he didn't have any money for transportation or money for upkeep. He basically was living from hand to mouth and wouldn't want to start a job this week, only to quit the next, simply because he had no cash for transportation.

As for the second option, he didn't like the idea of going back to stay with his parents probably because he didn't want to feel like a failure, especially being a guy in his current age.

When we had that conversation, I realized that his first reason kinda made sense, but his second reason didn't make that much sense because it wasn't like he was going back to stay with them forever, he would only be there until he got back on his feet. So I did something that wasn't easy for me to do, I gave him reasons why going back home was the best thing for him to do, even though I knew that doing that would mean me losing a friend for at least two, three months, if not forever.

But I didn't care, because what mattered the most was giving him an advise that I was sure would help make him become a better person, and I was glad when he agreed to it and told him that he would begin making plans towards leaving.