I have very few friends. I seem like the type to have lots but I can count with one hand those that I am truly close to. I’ve always been this way ever since I could remember. I have various circles and each know bits and pieces about me. I hold these friends dearly and enjoy their company. But they won’t be the people I turn to when I am troubled about something.
I turn to my best friends. I am blessed to have three. One is a friend from college who knows me when I was a poor girl from the province and had nothing except sheer hardwork to get me going. We have come a long way and even if we don’t get to talk often, it’s as if things have not changed and we can talk for hours at length. My second best friend is the person I married. I can talk to him about anything that’s bugging me and am comforted by the fact that he will accept and understand me no matter what. With him I can be at my most vulnerable and weak. He has seen me at my best and my worst. And so far he still wants to be with me. My third best friend is someone I look up to. He inspires me to be the best version of myself and believes in me more than I sometimes believe in myself. What we have is a mature friendship that never judges.
These people are present in our lives for a reason. They teach us what we need to know when we should. They are the voice of validation that we need so we can follow our intuitions more intently. They have seen us through the different seasons of our lives and continue to accept us throughout the shifting times. And they are brought to our lives to simply be there. Sometimes that is all we need to get by in this crazy world. Thank goodness for the gift of best friends 🙂