(Originally created 11.21.06)
I don’t believe I have a “best” friend, but I know I have some pretty damn good ones. Maybe not so much in the sense of knowing they will always be there to pick me up when I fall, but more in the idea that, as long as they’re around, I won’t fall in the first place.
Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t put a whole lot of faith/expectations in people. I consider myself a strong and independent person, and when I do need answers, I usually turn to faith. But I think there is something to be said about friendship and the incredible enrichment quality people can bring to your soul.
My friends are all so amazing and the best part is that they are so different and bring ink to this entry in their own unique way. I have a friend who doesn’t talk much, but in the few words that are spoken, we’ve caught up in everything that’s been going on in each other’s life. I have a friend who is so incredibly intelligent, but doesn’t know it (and another one who does). One friend is so guarded on the outside, but in a 15-minute conversation becomes the most thoughtful spirit I’ve ever encountered. I even have a friend who doesn’t know we’re friends yet; friends who have ambitions and dreams that remind me to never give up on mine; and, friends who keep me grounded in the realities that surround me.
What is most fascinating to me is how all these people change my life without knowing it. I don’t believe I need that one best friend that I can turn to for anything. I simply need to appreciate each person for his/her individuality.
To my friends, I want you to know how much I appreciate you.
I am, admittedly, quite a strange mind, but to those who are in my life, I’m pretty sure it doesn’t matter. My friends surely have discussed me in good and bad light, but I also know they’ve all defended me against those who don’t know me.
As a disclaimer to all of this, and perhaps to reconcile this with any of my previous musings, I am not disillusioned into believing that the names of my friends won’t change over time. But I think that fact makes this thought that much more compelling. When we place pressure on our friends to stay the same, never to lose contact, or act in accordance with our standards, we’re missing the point and we are not really friends at all. I think I’ll always have those friends that I’ll know until I pass, but I also know that the substance of even those relationships will change. I love that my friends are crazy, or scared, or old, or in love, or restless, or in need of reading these words if only to know that someone appreciates them at this moment.
Friends are a good thing. Hooray Friends!