The common jargon amongst giggly young girls these days is the BFF, acronym for Best Fried Forever. The kind they do pinkies with and gossip for hours over the phone with while pouring their hearts out when their latest crush do as much as give them a smile in the hallway.
We all do have one or a few of those along they way, don’t we? Even after those hormonal teenage years gave way to the upbeat 20s and more settled 30s etc, there are bound to be one or a few friends who would be the best lot who would be with us through thick and thin, for better or worse, through partners, spouses, kids, grandkids or even the perpetual loneliness.
In one of the tasawuf books I recently read, it says there that our our worse enemy is actually our best friend. This is because, according to the book, our enemies are the ones most honest with us about our weaknesses, without the need to take care of our feelings/egos/ sensitivity. Hence, if we take note of what our enemies say about us, and reflect upon it, we may see that many times, there may be elements of truth in it. When criticized, our egos quickly snap back and hurl defensive attacks against the criticism without allowing any reflection time and from there, quickly work on our subconscious minds to make us believe that the negative information we just received about ourselves are not true and that they are just simply being(in our terms now) b*tch*s and a**h*les.
Our worse enemies, as said in the book- are the informers to our blind spots. They see things which our egos hide from us. To which, if I may put my understanding of what I read into graphics (I’m a right brainer through and through), is that our untamed egos make us not unlike the emperor in the story The Emperor’s New Clothes. While our worse enemy, (who is actually our best friend because they crush our egos) is that child who innocently, but without any reservations, pointed out to the narcissistic emperor during the parade that he was actually naked.