Maybe not forever, but even so…
Every summer camp camp fire ended in the same sweet and lulling song, Friends are friends forever…
But they aren’t.
Despite the pledges and lifelong plans made at the age of sixteen.
Despite the thousands of notes signed BFF.
Despite the shared heart necklaces.
And it’s a little sad.
It is sad, to me, that something as natural as friendship- something we NEED even- has to be so hard. And as we get older, things don’t seem to get any easier.
Few of us have good, true friends. Those of us who do could literally count those friends on one hand.
I am fortunate enough to be one of those people. Someone with a handful of good friends. Ironically they aren’t really friends with each other. We don’t travel together, in a pack. There are no weekend retreats, the lot of us. We, the handful of us, are spread out across the country.
Sometimes I want to feel sorry for myself about this.
Sometimes I actually do.
But the truth is, I am so lucky to have them.
My life is better and far more meaningful. My sadnesses are far less dark and ugly.
And I suspect that i too am better because of them.
Friends may not be friends forever. Some friendships may time out or expire but it’s the having the true, authentic love of a good friend at all that matters anyhow.