When I became my friend, I had so many things to say about my self. I'm a bright student, a good natured boy, always caring for the others. Yes, a little shy and silent, but somehow I saw a positive emerge out of those qualities as well. And then there was all the praise about my writing.

But then, when I became my enemy, surprisingly, even my thoughts went silent.

I want to believe that it was because I've never had an enemy before - or so I'd like to think - that it was suddenly a foreign territory for my thoughts. Yes, I'd like to believe that. But I won't.

Because I know it's a lie!

The truth is that being an enemy, all I tried to find was the faults in my own self. And though there are many, they are always difficult to seek with our own eyes. I'm no different. I don't know why, but I've always thought of enemies as those people who are supposed to find the flaws in us. Like our enemy is always supposed to find the holes that we leave behind and then fill them up so to show how superior they are.

Now that I think of it though, I realize I got the entire concept mixed up.

What I did as a friend was actually something that I should have been doing as an enemy. Because the real enemies don't pry at the holes you've left behind. No. Instead, they stare at the pillars that you've erected. They stare at them just so they can erect even bigger pillars tomorrow.

And with this newfound voice of my thoughts, I think I know now what I'd think about myself being an enemy.

If I'm a bright student, my enemy would want to be brightest.
If I'm good natured, my enemy would want to be even better.
And finally, if I think my writing is good, my enemy would know that his writing is much better.

And so, as odd as it may sound, I'd rather be my own enemy than a friend.

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It's not a shorty, but just a thought.

What do you think about it?

And if you're supposed to be your enemy, what would you think about yourself?