Friends are never sought out, they happen.
They don’t arrive in your life with a sign that says “Hi, I’m your friend. You and I will impart intimate details of our lives, enjoy celebrations together and share some hilarious, some heartwrenching experiences”.
Friends evolve from the occasional hat-tip, to the laughing over a mutual distaste of something (sometimes the best friends are created when you find yourselves in the mutual space of hating certain things together) or a shared love for something. Whether that be crochet, cricket or conundrums, it doesn’t matter.
//An aside – sometimes friendships end. That’s okay//
My point is…I realised in the last few days in conversations with friends, that they know me. They don’t really care about the demographic details of my life but, they do know me. We have varying terms of reference that chart our friendships and a mutual understanding of where the pinpoints meet. That makes me grateful.
I’ve been writing something recently about what life lessons I hope to impart to my child, the strongest ones, the brightest ones and the rules to live by.
It is summed up, as I’ve said before, in this…
Have good friends.