Friendships are forged in both good times and hard, but the strongest always in the bad. Times like those breed brotherhood whereas friendship flowered in a garden of happy sunshine has roots as soft as daisies. There is no real substance in that relationship, no chains of anguish have dragged anyone deep into miserable mud. Harsh times create strong friendships.
Consider POW camps in war, where unbreakable bonds are made. Shared pain and trouble are very fertile grounds for kinship. Those who live under the lash become brothers, reborn together through agony and adversity.
On the other side playground friendships hardly ever last. The sobriety of youth does not lend itself well to lasting relationships. Too much innocence clouds judgment, and while bonds can be made they are usually cracked by the heavy weight of years. Time adds thicker layers to our flesh and minds, different avenues open up and school yard pals melt away to be forgotten.
It is on the plains of famine, on waves of wild seas that brotherhood forms. Endure torture with someone, and they become as close as the scabs on broken skin.
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