f r i e n d
When I was younger I had a misconception of friendship. I’ve moved on from the injury of those days, but I’ve been reminded lately as to why I am the way I am. I have a few friends that have stayed true through distances, both in miles and growth. There are some who I have sadly let slip away being so consumed with my own life. Of course there are the ones I see in the digital world, gushing over babies and admiring vacation pictures etc. To give someone the title of good friend, is rare for me. There is a connection that has to occur naturally for me to be able to open up. I’ve noticed that if you are not willing to share all with a friend, they may slip away. It’s the honest truths that build the bonds that last. And forcing friendship isn’t something I can do. I’ve tried. The friends that I have both old and new, the ones that I let in and look in to are few and rare. It’s been drilled into us that friends are one of the most important things in life and that if you have enough good friends to count on one hand you’re golden. I love the idea of a friendship that has lasted since childhood. Those that have a friendship like that, be ever so grateful. But, I suppose any friendship is one to be grateful for.
“She was truest to them in the season of trial, as all the quietly loyal and good will always be.” charles dickens