Camaraderie is a Lie

 Camaraderie is a lie.
"Wow, pessimist much? She must have had very few true friendships in her lifetime, to be so hopeless."

Ever paused to wonder whether that could be why I was hopeful? For me to despair over the possibility of something that does not exist now? Is being hopeless not just a consequence of being too hopeful?

However, back to my point.

Camaraderie is a lie.
I've already stated that, but I must explain it too.

The definition of camaraderie is,
"Mutual trust and friendship among people who spend a lot of time together."
However, the thing is, nothing about any relationship is ever mutual.
But not in the depressing, "Oh, they'll never care about me the way I care about them." way.
Actually, it's exactly that way.
But that's what makes camaraderie such a beautiful lie.

Nothing about the way you love others will ever be present in another person.
Your love is unique, your admiration is unique, everything about you is unique.
Nothing about your relationships is mutual because nobody could love you back the way you love them.

That is why the idea of camaraderie — perfect, mirrored, mutual — is a lie we cradle.
It is a lie we tell ourselves to cope with the fact that not every flower smells the same, even if they're the same type. It is a lie we tell ourselves to cope with the fact that not every star shines the same way another does.
It is a lie we tell ourselves to cope with the fact that not every string in a spiderweb is the same.

We should embrace the truth.
Because, as beautiful a lie as camaraderie is, the truth is even more breathtaking.
The sheer individuality of you is what makes camaraderie a lie.

Camaraderie being a lie is beautiful because it shows just how our individuality leads to diversity.
And how that diversity is absolutely astounding.