Forrest: Hey, Bubba... Bubba: Hey, Forrest. Forrest, why'd this happen? Forrest: You got shot. Forrest: (voice-over) Then Bubba said something I won't even forget. Bubba: I wanna go home. Forrest: Bubba was my best good friend. And even I know that ain't something you can find just around the corner. Bubba was gonna be a shrimpin' boat captain, but instead he died right there by that river in Vietnam.
Forrest Gump went home and became captain of a shrimpin' boat. It was then that, without thinking it, Forrest Gump did the best thing a friend can do; and that is to honour your friend even though that friend is no longer with you...
I live in an accelerated lifestyle, jumping from task to task. I am always working, either for professional or for personal reasons. I admit then even tough I tend to my social network I've lost sight of the individual people. I seem to have lost the capacity to recognize friends as such... I feel sad that I don't think of myself as someone's friend. Have I lost the meaning of friendship?
I am always there when I am needed. But I have transformed that into a duty I must fullfill, a mechanical process instead of a sentimental one. As such I don't think of myself worthy of being labeled "friend".
But even I, like Forrest; I know that someone that calls you friend isn't found just around the corner...
