Friends are special people.
We can't pick our family,
and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate.
Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate.
But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose.
Friends, in a very real sense,
reflect the choices we make in life.
Friendship has many meanings,
encompasses many things,
but recognizes few limitations.
It’s not easy to define something that is both universal and unique.
Life hands us many different things,
good and bad.
One of the greatest gifts we receive is the love of a good friend.
Friendship isn't always easily described.
The Eskimos,
they say,
have a hundred different words for snow.
Unfortunately,
the English language isn't quite as innovative,
though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning.
Certainly,
Love is one of those opportunities.
And so,
too, is Friendship.
Instead of different words,
however, we're stuck with simple adjectives.
Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend.
But whether you use adjectives or different words,
few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.
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