Life is a symphony. You’re the composer of a song. A unique ballad that pulses in your heart, dances in your veins—a melody that is you.
Your friend? They’re more than just a listener. They’re an ardent student, an aficionado of your symphony. They hear your rhythm, your cadence. They memorize your song, cherish it, and cradle it in their heart. You lose the lyrics, they fill the silence.
Then there are the times when your song fades. Life’s orchestra drowns it, or silence muffles it. You’re lost. You forget your own tune. You stumble.
Enter your friend, the keeper of your song. They take the stage, breaking the silence. They sing your melody back to you. The notes rise, your song rekindles. Your friend sings—not to show you forgot—but to lead you back to yourself.
But it doesn’t stop there. A true friend? It’s a gift. But being a true friend? It’s a privilege. You learn their songs, feel their rhythm, hold their tunes close. You become their mirror, reflecting their forgotten melodies.
Connections with people who understand you, support you, laugh with you, cry with you, and remind you of your song? It’s the essence of life. It’s the harmony in the cacophony. It’s the music amidst the silence.
That’s the magic of friendship. A friend in your symphony. A friend in your silence. A friend in your song.