Friends

I've been thinking about this concept of friends. Why do we have them? Why do we want them? Or do we want friends? Is it hard to make friends? Does it come natural to make friends? Do we ever wonder if we are odd or on the verge of losing our friends... and the list of random questions can continue.

I don't pursue friends. Never really did on purpose at least. They kind of happened to me. So what does that make me: a passive being without the power of choosing? I suspect not. In my heart I do make selective choices. And looking back I think I have offered my friendship to whomever has asked for it, as long as they weren't to much of a pain in the behind (not very christian-like of me). But that doesn't mean I have rested my soul wherever I happened to be.
Beyond my ability to decide consciously, I must find admirable traits in people in order to pursue them as friends. Love can be unconditional, but the liking part is more picky. We pursue a relationship with a potential spouse, not just for the sake of having a companion, we pursue someone to complete us, to bring out the best in us, to challenge us, someone we admire and like. And love is that fuel that will keep us going for years on.

Another cool concept: "A kindred spirit is someone who feels and thinks the way you do."

Putting this thoughts into words almost make me feel picky and choosy... and yet I have been an ignorant, loving my solitude yet loving people at the same time.

One needs a certain level of carefreeness to be himself: odd, unique, vulnerable, beautiful, not trying to please others or fit in, and letting nature to follow its course, yet being considerate of other's needs or personalities or personal space.
But overanalyzing all these concepts will drive one nuts. Friendship is to be lived and not overly processed as a concept.

I believe we have friends on probation, without even knowing it, and maybe never getting to the point of graduating them to the definitely friends category, unfortunately, because when the time comes to challenge out hearts or minds regarding our friends, do we offer them the benefit of the doubt? And do we patiently wait for the air to be cleared and not let the friendship be altered?

I have been blessed with kindred spirits, and I have a few very dear and treasured friends.
It's time to go out and play, be happy, offer joy and love and live. And when it arises, embrace pain and get over it.

Don't be afraid to be weird, don't be afraid to share your joy or your pain... the song or the concert of your being will adapt and synchronize somehow with the world.

I love you my friends. And you all know who you are.
Now it's time to go out and play with my best friend hubby :)