A co-worker once told me that some friendships are for a reason, some are for a season, and some are for life. While I know this to be intrinsically true, I have a difficult time accepting it. Perhaps it is because I have felt friendless at different times of my life that I value my friendships so highly and am reluctant to let them go. I hold onto them, remaining attentive and invested long after the other person has moved on.
After a while, I slowly wake up from my stupor of naive loyalty and see this truth. This is often painful. Yet, I know that I cannot continue to sustain every friendship I’ve ever had since my life began, and neither can anyone else. It is neither practical nor possible. We all must choose which friendships to nurture and which ones to let go.
Friendships often fade due to changes in geography. More than anything else, it seems to be the being apart that makes people drift apart. Neighbors, co-workers and colleagues can grow close, but it’s difficult to stay close if anything interrupts that connection. If we no longer see each other within the normal routine our daily life, chances are that our friendship won’t survive the winter.
Who we give the title “friend” to is also an important consideration, and one that I am going to be much less cavalier about. Up until now, anyone I met who seemed nice and who I ended up interacting with on a regular, or not so regular basis, I referred to as my friend. In retrospect, I do not think this has been wise on my part. Therefore, I will be spending some time figuring out what makes a friend truly worthy of the name. If you have any thoughts on the matter, please leave a comment!