Friends
Some people have the rare blessing of having many close and reliable friends. Some people have none of that, and on the contrary, their friends can be their worst enemies...
I like to think that I fell somewhere in the middle of the two extremes. I was lucky enough to be given my best friend in the world when I was Four years old. We have been and stayed friends ever since those early years, and across so many miles and life events that could and would have shattered less meaningful friendships. I truly have been blessed with a very few close and reliable people that I know will tell it like it is, even if that means calling me an ass or that Im simply in the wrong. A true and real friend doesn't simply commiserate with you over a break up or decision, but will tell you, with love, that you botched something...if you did. I trust implicitly my friends' wisdom and insight as they have proven so many times in the past, that they know me well enough and can say these hard truths and I will listen.
Thats a friendship.
Granted.. I DO know alot of people and there are varying degrees of what I picture in my mind as the 'friendship ring', wich looks like the charts of a galaxy.
I am the sun, and my closest friendships are the ones closest to my warmth and affections, and of course there are friendships that I value a great deal but are simply not built for the serious stuff. The friends come and go, the life stuff causes changes and we all grow up and older, and of course that changes a relationship amongst friends one way or the other.
Life is funny like that I suppose.
The end result is this; I have a friend in Japan right now, and I worry for him and his lovely wife and their family out there. They are ok, thankfully, but of course the worry continues. You cant stop it... only dampen it, and count your blessings that they came out of a bad situation as well as they did.
I have a very close friend in Poland, and I worry about how he is doing. Next to my best friend in Japan, he is my closest pal. I miss his conversations and our walks and wrestling through our goofy life shit and bouncing stuff off of eachother.
Another close and wise friend moved to Edmonton not too long ago and is doing really well with her new life there. I am very happy for her, but I miss her friendship and the fact that she can always cut through my bullshit. Its a rare person who can do that without knowing me for at least 20 years. Its only been a handful, but she is a good friend...and although I AM happy for her, I know she is missed back here.
Such is life. My closest and dearest people have been scattered to the wind, and are all doing well in their own rights, and for that I am thankful. As small as the world has become with technology, I feel almost like it was two hundred years ago with them, we dont talk much while they are all away...but its always good when we reconnect and when I see them I remember why they are the awesome people I grew to love so much.
I am thankful for these people. I am lucky to have them, and so very glad they are all ok, and doing well in their respective areas.
My people. Kick. Ass.
PS - Wanna know the ironic thing? None of them read my blog. Go figure.
I like to think that I fell somewhere in the middle of the two extremes. I was lucky enough to be given my best friend in the world when I was Four years old. We have been and stayed friends ever since those early years, and across so many miles and life events that could and would have shattered less meaningful friendships. I truly have been blessed with a very few close and reliable people that I know will tell it like it is, even if that means calling me an ass or that Im simply in the wrong. A true and real friend doesn't simply commiserate with you over a break up or decision, but will tell you, with love, that you botched something...if you did. I trust implicitly my friends' wisdom and insight as they have proven so many times in the past, that they know me well enough and can say these hard truths and I will listen.
Thats a friendship.
Granted.. I DO know alot of people and there are varying degrees of what I picture in my mind as the 'friendship ring', wich looks like the charts of a galaxy.
I am the sun, and my closest friendships are the ones closest to my warmth and affections, and of course there are friendships that I value a great deal but are simply not built for the serious stuff. The friends come and go, the life stuff causes changes and we all grow up and older, and of course that changes a relationship amongst friends one way or the other.
Life is funny like that I suppose.
The end result is this; I have a friend in Japan right now, and I worry for him and his lovely wife and their family out there. They are ok, thankfully, but of course the worry continues. You cant stop it... only dampen it, and count your blessings that they came out of a bad situation as well as they did.
I have a very close friend in Poland, and I worry about how he is doing. Next to my best friend in Japan, he is my closest pal. I miss his conversations and our walks and wrestling through our goofy life shit and bouncing stuff off of eachother.
Another close and wise friend moved to Edmonton not too long ago and is doing really well with her new life there. I am very happy for her, but I miss her friendship and the fact that she can always cut through my bullshit. Its a rare person who can do that without knowing me for at least 20 years. Its only been a handful, but she is a good friend...and although I AM happy for her, I know she is missed back here.
Such is life. My closest and dearest people have been scattered to the wind, and are all doing well in their own rights, and for that I am thankful. As small as the world has become with technology, I feel almost like it was two hundred years ago with them, we dont talk much while they are all away...but its always good when we reconnect and when I see them I remember why they are the awesome people I grew to love so much.
I am thankful for these people. I am lucky to have them, and so very glad they are all ok, and doing well in their respective areas.
My people. Kick. Ass.
PS - Wanna know the ironic thing? None of them read my blog. Go figure.
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