Friendship……
It’s an interesting word because it can connote a myriad of meanings.
My friend might just mean someone I’ve met a few times, a word one might use to infer some sort of connection to a mutual acquaintance in a conversation.
It might describe someone you spend a lot of time around, work with, or hang with from time to time. You know who they are, they know who you are, and there’s something of interest that brings you together.
Maybe it’s someone you bump into regularly, share a bus ride, or lunch table with each day.
It’s a word that can mean a lot of things.
But the real word, the real meaning…..well that’s intended for people who we really care about, and who really care about us.
A friend, at his or her heart, is meant to mean something deeper, more important, and real.
A friend is someone you’ll go to bat for, step up for, give up for.
You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
You know when they’re not around, or when they’re far away.
You can count on a friend. They matter to you, and you matter to them.
How many of those do you have?
How many people really get to know you? How many people do you really know?
How many people are your friend?
Why is this so important?
A number of studies have explored what seems to create the greatest quality of life, the equation of happiness for lack of a better word. What makes life worth living?
Most of the time, the central figure in our quality of life is our quality of friendship. Meaningful friendship. Real connection, real sharing, real life.
We’re really lucky if we have a handful of these real friends, we’re rich beyond measure if we have more.
But friendship is a two way street, you gotta give if you want to get. Letting people in is the key ingredient.
Be selective.
Be picky.
But don’t be alone.
Who are your real friends……..?