Old Friends are the Best Friends
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Old Friends are the Best Friends.
Now I’m not knocking those who’ve only been in my life for a year or two, but to me, there’s something powerful about being around people who stake double-digit claim to how long they’ve known you. Suddenly, that which unites current, everyday friends – children who are similar in age or religious beliefs and practices or the city we dwell in – doesn’t seem to hold so much weight.
The irony is that when Old Friends step into the picture again, we can seem to hold little in common: staunch Republican, left-wing Democrat; traditional evangelical Christian, meditative Buddhist yogi; married with four children, single and still ready to mingle. If you’d asked me ten years ago if I thought I could stay in relationship with those who hadn’t moved and grown along with me (and like me, I might add), I’d have likely mumbled a pithy reply. I’d have shaken my head in solemn understanding of the sadness of my own plight. I’d have said my good-byes, at least in my mind, no sooner than burning old letters and dreaming of Friendship’s Funeral.
We share great memories, I would have said to you, but memories can’t sustain a friendship in the present.
Or can it?
I’m beginning to realize I was wrong.
Maybe wisdom is starting to grab hold of me. Maybe I’m learning that life isn’t as narrow and compartmentalized as I make it out to be, at least when I’m hurting and sad and missing the people who make me whole. And maybe I’m also realizing that life is merely and solely and wholly made up of relationships. Life is made up of people, of lovely, messy humans who are mine – and who, the grand scheme of This One Beautiful and Precious Life matter to me.
To say that I’m thankful for Old Friends is an understatement. Because gratitude burgeons deep in my insides when their faces come to mind, while affection for the stories we share mercilessly stirs the waters of my soul.
Because the books I own, they don’t matter. The writing I do, it too doesn’t matter. The house we love, the television we watch, the baseball games we attend – don’t matter, don’t matter, don’t matter.
But the people – oh, the people, they do matter.
Don’t worry – there’s more. Click here to head over to Lily Ellyn’s website to read the rest of the story of thankfulness and reflection. Otherwise, what about you? Are Old Friends the best friends to you? Young, old, green, blue – does any of it matter to you when it comes to friendship?0