Today, I received a message from a friend.
"Happy valentine's day my bestest friend ever
At first, it may feel like just a simple greeting, but there is something deep in this message, soon I realized what truly made it special. It wasn’t the "Happy Valentine’s Day" part—it was the second half of the message: "my bestest friend ever."
That’s what made me feel lucky.
I am fortunate to have friends with whom I can be completely myself—no pretense, no filters. They are my pillars, always there, unwavering in their support. With them, I can share anything without hesitation.
The occasion doesn’t really matter. This message could have been sent on Diwali, Friendship Day, or just any random Tuesday. What matters is the bond—the connection that makes someone feel, "You’re my best friend ever."
And today, one of those friends reminded me of that.
And that, to me, is something truly worth celebrating.