“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”, Anais Nin
Once upon a time, there were Three Ducks… Two young ducks, and an older one… They were friends, very close friends… They couldn’t pass a day without being together in a way or another… They were mysteriously tied to each other with a strange bond… They cared and loved each other very much… The young ducks helped the old one many times, they were always there when it needed them… and the three of them never failed one another… The old duck always felt grateful to the young ones… They helped it pass the hard times smoothly, they always stood by its side… The old duck always wished to see the young ones happy… It wanted them to be the best in the world… It wished it can make anything to help them… The old duck’s life earned its meaning by the presence of the two young ducks in it.
Mena Mostafa
1 comment:
Actually it is true, Friendship are born not made, to the world you are just one duck, to another duck you are just the whole world.
You shouldn't feel like a prisoner when you are living in a different world with friends around. Always remember that "Friends are those rare people who ask how you are
and then wait to hear the answer."
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