Musing on Friendship
But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one’s deepest as well as one’s most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person – having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859
I have things to do but I really am in a musing, melancholic mood. I could take myself elsewhere or do my bit of research for things I need to write about like rv repair, but if I don’t deal with this current mood, well any effort would be naught. What brought this on was simply some incidents that happened in the past couple of weeks and also me hanging about Facebook and getting the chance to renew friendships.
One thing in life I really value a lot are friends. I have a few. Some would say I’m picky, I guess I am. But these friends are people who had been there with me through a lot of things. They know me inside out. Time and experiences made them my true old friends.
I constantly meet new people and I always welcome the possibility of new friendships blossoming. In time these new friends would be old friends, and so I think I owe it to them and myself to be who I am with them. If one wants to have friends then you have to be a friend to them too. Honesty with oneself is a big requirement so you can be a good friend. Share yourself, the real you. That’s my friendship motto. As the quote above says, being friends is to be comfortable with your friends and with who you are.
Having said that, I sure am thankful for a handful of friends. They may not number to a thousand, but they are true, good friends. “People come into your life for a reason… a season… or a lifetime…”