I was reading about “terrorism after the death of Bin Laden”, and what caught my eye was a comment that many of the worst dictators started out as “friends” of the U.S. While this is a loaded political statement, it made think about my own life. I don’t have any enemies (that I know of), but I’ve observed many friendships between people that turned to very bitter, tense feuds.
That’s certainly true with divorced couples and it’s also sometimes true with long-time friends. The thought that struck me is that the reason such close friends can become “enemies” is because they shared so many dreams, fears, secrets, etc with each other, that any violation of trust beyond a certain threshold is magnified ten fold. To me, that’s both tragic and beautiful.
There’s no moral to this story. It’s just a short note on the absurdity of life.