Sharing. It's such an everyday word that it often goes unnoticed, like just another breath; but if we look at it closely, from the depths of friendship and the echoes of existentialism, we discover that it's much more than a division of goods or time. It is, in fact, one of the purest forms of love and affirmation of our existence.

In the labyrinth of life, where each person carries the freedom (and sometimes the anguish) of being, friendship stands as a refuge, and sharing is the home that shelters it. It's not just about splitting a pizza or lending a shoulder; it's an act of radical openness. It's saying to another being: “Look, this is who I am, this is what I feel, this is my joy, and this is also my deepest fear. I give it to you.”

This act momentarily dissolves the heavy loneliness that is also inherent in the human condition. By sharing laughter, a secret, a journey together, or the certainty of our pain, we create a fleeting but real "we ." In that space, the responsibility for our own existence becomes a little lighter because it has been seen and acknowledged by another. Friendship doesn't erase our loneliness, but rather accompanies it with understanding and makes it more bearable.

Sharing is a transcendent act. When we give a part of ourselves—a thought, an experience, a cherished object—we are projecting ourselves beyond our own being. It is a recognition that the value of something lies not only in its individual possession, but in its potential for connection, in its being with others.

Shared joys are doubled, shared sorrows halved. Happiness is validated and amplified when witnessed by our peers. It is a moment where existence feels justified. Facing the absurdity or finitude of life is a solitary task, but when we share it, we realize we are not alone in our vulnerability. The other, by listening, gives us the gift of experiential validation.

In the depths of existential angst, friendship acts as a counterweight, and it is in sharing that we make a conscious choice to give meaning to life through the other. It is tangible proof that our individual freedom can be exercised to create something worthwhile: a bond that sustains us in the void.

Sharing, in friendship, is a mutual echo of existence. It is proof that, although we are born and die alone, in the interval we can choose to be with others, merging their being with our own.