Today I walked past a man waiting for the subway. He was staring intently into nothingness, a phone pressed to his ear. His feet were planted firmly on the ground, a little apart. In his free hand, he held some flowers, wrapped up in white paper. With great sincerity he announced: “I would do anything for friendship.”
That halted me. How intimate isn’t that statement? “I would do anything for friendship.” It’s spilling your heart’s content, the very essence on your soul, on the floor of a subway platform. Tossing it, randomly, at the feet of strangers. Such as me.
There’s a story there, clearly. He might have been talking to a friend. His wife. The girl he hoped would become more than a friend. or he might have been conversing with his shrink.
“I would do anything for friendship.”
Is it a beautiful statement? Or a tragic, pathetic, desperate one? I couldn’t make up my mind. But all the way home, that unknown man followed me in my head, riding my mind.
Such a simple statement, yet so unspeakably complicated.
Interesting and thought provoking. Thanks for sharing.