Yes, No and Perhaps

Yes, yes, yes. It's hard to make new friends as one gets older. Perhaps it's the wariness of vested interest, or maybe it's the fear of judgement, but whatever it is, it's hard to infiltrate into the circle of existing friends and life of another.

No, no, no. It's ironical we are nicer to strangers on the streets yet somehow, we knowingly [sometimes unknowingly] abuse the ones who have been through life's ups and downs with us through our tactlessness. And though our hearts tell us that we shouldn't, we do it anyway [because we know our friends will love us no matter what].

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. What is it that makes someone a stranger or a friend, an aquaintance or a buddy? Is it as simple as a random act of kindness or a casual compliment on the hair you're wearing today? Perhaps, but I guess it's something more, yet not quite explainable. Maybe it's just a feeling, a connection that 2 persons have with each other that allow them to complete each other's sentences naturally, a tacit understanding. Or perhaps, it's simply watching each other grow over the years and accepting them just the way they are knowing that they've come a long way.