Some days before, I’m being pinged in my ***, a friend asked me to join a group chat with another friend. Those are two of my best friend in the world. Amazingly they are the ones who are not in similar group age, not in similar profession, not having the similar background. They and I only had one thing in common : our passion on one thing and one thing only : racing car.
Due to my passionate hobby, I found so many like me, ones who would dedicate their every spare time into it. I love racing cars and so are they. We met by chance, and by new amazing this century tool : internet. Funny thing is , when we met, we are so overwhelmed by our passion in racing, but after we get to know each other, we drifted away from that topic. We then discussed everything under the sky and hey ho, we are becoming best of friends.
Friendship which I appreciate more than some because ours are no pretensions. Ours made not due to physical encounters (which sometimes somehow could direct to prejudices). Ours made by the meeting of minds and thus I treasure.
When we chat I realized (with bit of surprise) I love them and they me. It’s amazing to know that people whom you rarely (and in one or two cases never) can really, I mean really understand you. They are the people who shared your dreams and would work hand in hand with you to reach it. They love me. That simple fact still amaze me.
