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I don’t think the usual approach to define a topic will suffice today. I am talking about values though I am not sure which part I’d like to speak about. Is it how values are defined or the importance of values? How and why or maybe it is about when. I am not sure but I believe I should pen it down. I am going to my sense of grammar today because I want the content to be written in the same manner I think. Nobody worries about grammar while thinking. Day before was a great day. I saw the souls of two close friends and it reflected upon my belief why we work. Why we have been friends so long. They showed how they carved themselves in the past few years. With my limited understanding of human behavior and how people think, it was a day of realization when the similarities in our traits. There were common points in what we believed were important and what we think we don’t understand. After a very long time I was enforcing my own thoughts through them. Generally, my first thought would be write a poem about it but in this case I wanted something more complete. The last note would still be a poem but a more fulfilled one that carried all that I would like to say.

Both have built each other around values that distinguish them. I was stuck with the dilemma of understanding that was justified. They had sound reasons about what they did, neither was at fault. It was at this point I realized there could come a point when our values contradict. If such a situation does arise what could be the right solution. There was no way of coming out on top with both as victors. I do not believe in sacrifice yet at this juncture that was the thought that came to my mind. One had to forgo for the other and find happiness knowing he had done it for a friend. In a world where people are constantly changing is it the worth the loss. I do not mean to doubt but wonder if that is the right step. A sacrifice would lose face if forgotten ultimately placing an expectation which is bound to fail.

Somehow they had wronged each other and by not confronting it created a ticking bomb. All knew but refused to speak about it. Building such an emotion over time had created an unavoidable tragedy. I personally believe no good comes from dwelling on the past but I could be wrong in this case. There was a lesson of blunt honesty to be learned. What could have been an awkward moment had become an emotional conflict at a fundamental level.

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