Bestfriend

Back to several years ago, I had a bestfriend. I’m not going to tell you the name, let’s just call my bestfriend “A”. I forgot how we can get along. But A was a kind and fun friend for me. I put my trust on A. I told A many things. As A also told me many things.

Long story short, A did one thing I never think of. One thing that made me so so disappointed. One thing that for the old me was a sin. One thing that made me mad. I tried to tell A “the right thing”. But A didn’t hear me. I hated A so much. I chose to leave and didn’t want to talk to A.

Years go by and we finally talk again just life before. I realized that I was like an evil. I only thought that I was right and A was wrong. I thought life was only black and white. In fact, life is full of colors. It was me that can’t admit it. It was me that can’t appreciate the difference.

Then, one big thing happened and opened my eyes. Someone I thought “a right person”, made a fault I hate the most. While A talked to me sincerely. A even told me something that is 180 degrees different from what that “right person” did. I felt something in my heart. Just like there is a chemicals shed to my heart. 

It slapped me hard in the face and taught me that it is not the religion that make a person kind. It is the person itself. Whatever the religion is, if they want to be a kindhearted human being, then they will. If a person want to be mean, whatever the religion is, they will still be mean.

I come to the conclusion. It is not the religion that matter. It is how they treat other human being that matters. That’s all. Period.

And yes, it’s now good between me and A. I only wish the best thing and all happiness for A. As I wish it to my other bestfriends, too.