In school, friends are easy to come by. You see each other everyday and you are constantly updated on each others lives. In university, friendships become a little harder to maintain due to the workload, deadlines and difference in schedules.
In my first year at university, I was among the social butterflies. I was known and liked by many but close to very few. During my first set of examinations, my uncle passed away. I was a mess – I felt broken beyond repair and completely alone. All of my friends were busy studying for their examinations, not entirely interested in my emotional dilemmas. I didn’t know what to do with myself – at the demise of a loved one, questions about life, purpose and meaning plague you until there is nothing that you are certain about.
I used to blog at the time, it was a form of catharsis; there were no limitations to what I wrote since there was only one person who knew about my blog. Despite all his pending work, he spent a couple of hours reading and commenting on every single entry I had written. It was a small gesture, but he made me laugh, reassured me that things would be ok and helped me to regain my confidence in life.
It is during the times when things get hard that you find out who your truest friends are: the people who you can confide in and who will be with you when things are unbearable.