Friendships

Friends. They help us in the bad times and rejoice in the good. They can make our lives bearable, convince us that we are worth something when all we want to believe is the opposite. I love friendships. True friendships last a lifetime. While there are perhaps few of these, they are probably the most important measure of a life well lived. In the end it's only the extent to which we have touched the lives of our friends that matters. Only they may say who we truly are, and if we have lived a good life.

My trip to Boston was really all about friendships. Friendships that were ending, changing, and beginning. I felt overwhelmed by emotions. I wanted to cry about those that I knew were ending, that had to end. Mourning for those lost friendships is part of the process of letting go. This is where I found myself. Those friendships that were in the midst of change were more complicated. Change is never easy for anyone. No matter how much we are convinced that change is for the best, we still cling to what is familiar. Change hurts and yet at the same time it is refreshing. Finally, I made some new friends. I know that only time will tell how deep these friendships will be, but I hope and believe that they have the capacity to grow and blossom. I was truly happy to realize that there are still people out there who are genuine.

So this post is dedicated to those who still believe in the strength of friendship, to those who are willing to take the chance to trust another, to those who are willing to reach out and touch someone's life. Thanks Chris and Collin, you helped me remember just what friendship is and that it's not always a mistake to trust.