When do you call a person a friend? Here is a question that I ask myself often. When do the boundaries fall? When do you trust somebody 100%? When will they not disappoint you anymore?
These questions are difficult to answer.
When you move from city to city, when you move where you do not know anybody and where nobody knows you, sometimes it’s hard to make friends. It’s hard to find what you have back home. It’s hard to be all alone, friendless. Even if Skype, Facebook and Messenger helps you keep in touch more easily than 10 years ago, there are still days where you miss your friends like hell and secretly wish that life would have kept you closer to them.
Lately I have been disappointed by people that I have let enter my private circle of friends. And then I wonder: How many friends do I really need? If at the end of the day I am always the one calling maybe it means that they don’t give a shit or maybe it doesn’t mean anything but honestly why would I give a shit?
My father once told me: “In life you have to put up with your Family but you choose your Friends so make sure you choose them well.” I guess that I have probably been choosing them wrong.
I admire these people that have 500 friends and that know everybody as soon as they get somewhere, but that is just not who I am. I share in friendship; I love friendships that go both ways and not just as a one way street.
Along the way, along the path of life, you get to meet wonderful people that will end up in your private circle of friends and then you meet less wonderful people that fade away with time and that weren’t supposed to stay anyways, if only you got to know this as soon as you meet them.
Some friends are forever, some friends are like family and you have to put up with them. But at the end of the day, when it goes wrong and you need a shoulder to cry on, you know that they will always be there for you.
So who needs new friends when you have such good friends already?
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