Thanks, Tim. I enjoy reading this post. I think I saw a short video about this friendship before somewhere.

I can't agree more that once you've given up your habits -- the rhythm that keep your life in check with a purpose -- then you're losing your own sense of being in the world. Obviously, adding alcohol addition to it doesn't help. Friendship that is about giving, and not taking, is truly meaningful.

Reflecting on my own life, I've been surrounded with friends (who, in my language, we call "dining friends"). These are people who will go to the end of the world with you as long as they you dont stumble upon anything difficult that will also cause them some difficulities.

On the other hand, the "friends who fight to death to help you" are rare and we sometimes don't value them much just because they're still looking out for you although you think your life is in shape. Surrounding yourself with "dining friends" give you illusion of competence that you are a person people want to befriends.

When things start to get difficult, these will be those who flee or they will be the first to step on you and kick you hard because they have a lot of information about you.

I think the morale of the story is to have a friendship that isn't about going through good times, but experiencing hardship together to grow.

The "friends who fight to death to help you" are hard to find, but it's worth the wait (even more than a lover).