The hardest part about making new friends is meeting them for the second time. It is deciding what to do next. It is deciding who you will be to each other after a couple of weeks or just before you meet.
Sometimes… most times, I wonder if it should be possible to meet someone new. Could you know someone if you are yet to have a self? What do you do when you are asked a question that seeks a description of your personhood?
“Hi! I am Someone,” someone once said, “and who are you?”
“I am still trying to find myself,” I replied once upon a time.
Yet, in a world alone, buried with my deepest need is a long for companionship. Sometimes I feel it is a search for something that is not truly mine–that chooses to be owned by me, and me by them. Where will I find such life? Would a life make me happier? Will I be fine knowing what I want and yet not having? or will I be forever longing and never knowing what I am looking for?
The hardest part about making new friends is meeting them for the second time. So what if we never met? What if we never happened? Say we never come across the paths of each other. Then you do not exist. And even if you did, I would be meaningless.
Do you see? Here I am and there you are.