Small Circle
I would exchange a thousand fake friendships for the value of one true, beautiful, real relationship. I find making friends difficult, more so as I have gotten older. There are few that seem genuine anymore. Instead, we are posing for a picture to last a thousand years when we should be drawing a masterpiece to define our best and worst attributes in the here and now. I am as guilty of posing as the rest. Of all the mistakes I have made, forging friendships with the wrong people has devalued my life more than much else. I have sold my time, my energy, my dignity, my values, and myself to people for less than half of the true value. In some cases, ignoring the true and few confidantes I have to retain the ones that don’t deserve any of what I have given them. I have certainly learned some hard and true lessons along the way, lessons that will guide me throughout the rest of my life. I will forever cherish my small circle of friends. We will celebrate each other’s victories, suffer each other’s losses, guide one another through the challenges of life, and love each other endlessly. I want real. I want genuine. I want to see the beauty through the flaws. I want honest. Don’t pose for a picture any longer, paint that masterpiece and find a friend to last a lifetime, not just a moment.