There is a saying that people come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I know this to be true in many capacities, but not all. I have a couple of ex-friends who came into my life for a reason and a season. If not for lessons learned, those are usually the types of friends you want to steer clear of.
Friends that come into your life for a reason and a lifetime are usually ones where you may benefit, at least in my experience.
I love it when different friends of mine become friends unto themselves. I feel by introducing them, I enriched their lives. It’s also a lot of fun to be amongst a group of kindred spirits, where conversation flows, laughs abound, and you’re all pretty much on the same page.
On the other hand, I don’t mind when friends don’t hit it off; that’s an understandable thing, as different personalities may not mesh well. But I don’t like it when a friend speaks badly about a friend I care about. It makes me uncomfortable, mainly because, to put down people I care about is, in a way, an insult to me. I love my friends, but a handful of them apparently never learned manners in that area. I think I’m going to have to start letting them know that if they have a problem with another friend of mine, I am the last person that wants to hear about it. As good friends, I am trusting that they will be understanding and respectful of that.
One area in which the above may be tolerated and even absorbed, is when a friend of mine has a problem with another friend, because they feel that friend may be bad for me. If there is genuine concern, then it may behoove me to listen. But if it’s simply a personality conflict, it’s best they either vent to someone else, or simply keep it to themselves.
In a perfect world everyone that comes into your life would be awesome, and that awesomeness would be felt amongst all your friends; it would be one big party. But life simply doesn’t work that way. Perfect worlds don’t exist. Perfect people don’t exist, either; we all have flaws — and those that don’t admit to their flaws could prove to be the most flawed of all.
I love and appreciate all of my friends — old and new — in different ways, different capacities and different depths. To have friends is to be a friend.
I read somewhere that friends are the flowers in the garden of life. If this is so, then I want to be a daffodil.