One should rather die than betray. There is no deceit in death. It delivers exactly what it has promised. Betrayal though... Betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope. Yet it appears that all people do is betray. The world is full of secrets between two people who call themselves "friends". But friendship is a ship big enough to carry two in fair weather, but only one in foul. And Friendlessness is an adjective meaning: having no favors to bestow. Destitute of fortune. Addicted to the utterance of truth and common sense. Because we live as we dream. Alone. And it turns out, if you never lie there is always someone mad at you. One can always be kind to those about whom one cares nothing. Therefore, a man cannot be too careful in his choice of enemies. Friends are stupid. What purpose do they serve other than inspiring the betrayal of one another; so dramatic it would make Cassius proud...?
Lord defend me from my friends; I can account for my enemies. And in the end, we will not remember the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. And cumulatively, the silence in my life is deafening. Let that stand for the quality of the friends I had. The cruelest of lies are often told in silence. Being friendless taught me how to be a friend. Funny how that works. Between grief and nothing, I will take grief. Death before betrayal. Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
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