You decide true friend or devil?

Start writing...Throughout my life, I’ve made many friends—but only one ever truly became my best friend. Maybe it was because of how similar we were. Both of us were a bit overweight, both shared the same caste (Khan), and both of us were always laughing, no matter what.

I’m talking about the friend I met when I was in 7th grade. It’s been 13 years since that first meeting, and even now, the memories of our friendship feel fresh. But things changed, as they always do.

From childhood, he was never too fond of traditional education. While others were learning math and science, he was curious about unusual things—technology, the dark web, secret world orders, and deep state theories. That obsession made him drift away from school, deeper into the internet, and eventually he left formal education altogether.

After finishing my intermediate studies, I lost touch with him for a while. But then, a few years ago, we reconnected. At first, I was happy. But soon I realized... something was different.

Now, he talks like a millionaire—always discussing big money, luxury lifestyles, and elite societies—even though he barely has enough money to fill his pockets. Every conversation is filled with strange, “unique” information that’s hard to even comprehend. It’s not that I don’t care about him—I do. That’s why it hurts to see him living in this world of imagination, disconnected from reality.

Then came the time when I wanted to pursue higher education abroad. I’ve completed 16 years of education, and I wanted to build a better future for myself. That’s when my “best friend” stepped in with advice: he encouraged me to go to developed countries like New Zealand, Australia, Japan, or Norway. Honestly, I appreciated his advice. For a moment, I thought he was genuinely wishing the best for me.

But soon I began to see things differently. Why was he pushing me towards expensive countries when he knew my financial situation? Why did I feel like his intentions were not just about me getting a good education—but maybe about him getting an easier way to go abroad through me?

When I told him I wanted to go to Russia—a country where education is much more affordable, and living costs are lower, especially for science students—he didn’t seem to like that idea. It wasn’t about what was best for me anymore. It was about what was best for him.

The truth hit me hard: he wanted me to go to those other expensive countries because if I went there, he might get a chance to come later and start his own earning journey. And if I failed because of the financial burden of expensive education, well... that wasn’t really his problem, was it?

We argued a lot about it. For the first time in 13 years, it felt like our friendship was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall apart. And yet… the history we share, the laughter, the memories of childhood… that’s the only thread holding us together right now.

I know my family’s financial condition better than anyone. I don’t want to be that person who goes abroad and then constantly has to beg family for tuition and expenses. If I’m going to make this happen, I need to stand on my own.

Are all of you are facing the same problem. i love him alot and dont want to lost him .But, his manipulation my plans and mind I can't bare this please someone help me in this regard .

now I wonder… Was I wrong? Or was it him?Start writing,

Philosophy:
Today I realize something…
In this life, your two real feet are your parents, who genuinely want to see you standing tall.
The rest of the world… they just want to see you under their feet