The Weirdest Love

I truly believe the weirdest type of love I’ve ever experienced is friendship. And I am ever-so-grateful this weird love exists.

From a biological standpoint, why did humans evolve to be capable of friendship? It isn’t necessary for survival and it certainly doesn’t create any offspring.

From a logical standpoint, why do we spend our time and energy with people we have no financial or familial obligation with?

Even from an emotional perspective, why do we invest so much of our heart and souls into strangers with no guarantee of any of it back?

Simply because it is beautiful, and nothing else.

Friendship contains so much beauty.

You pick another person out of a crowd, with no explanation of your meeting other than fate, destiny and a little bit of luck.

And then you bond over your shared similarities and drastic differences.

You create sweet, non-sensical inside jokes and turn them into a one of a kind artworks.

You begin to feel safe and warm. From a rubble of uncertainty, you begin to build them into you very own pillar of strength.

You learn about the deepest and ugliest sides to each other, with or without addressing them.

You cry, great big waves of sorrow leave you, right in front of their eyes, as you crumble right back to your vulnerable 5-year-old self.

You both laugh, tides of joy and unity leave your body and crash into each other, sharing the sacred gift of bliss.

You both create a world of love, without needing, without expecting, without wanting. You just do.

Friendship is unnecessary. But that’s what makes it so glorious. There aren’t any obligations, guarantees or purpose. There is no logic, biological advantage or emotional safety. It just is illogical.

The human experience really just is us realising that enlightenment is found in illogical insanity.

And friendship is no doubt one of the many illogical insanities we are blessed with.