Right or wrong,
high or low,
celebrated or unseen,
none of these holds weight.
Belonging is a passing shape,
and exile is only a word.
What endures
is the presence of true friends.
Yet even friendship received
is not the highest virtue.
The true triumph
is to become
the kind of friend
whose loyalty needs no witness,
whose kindness asks for nothing,
whose presence
is a quiet shelter
for other lives.
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OR the shortcut
It is not important
who you are
in the eyes of the world.
It is important
who you are
in the heart of a friend.
And most important of all,
who you are
as a friend
yourself.
