There is never going to be just one person with every answer you are looking for. Everyone has that one person; the one they call when they’re lonely, the one who brings them soup and crackers when they’re sick. You know, the “best friend”.
In my opinion: there’s the friends at the beginning of the rope telling you it’s impossible to balance, and there’s the friends at the end asking you why it’s so hard to choose. It’s not that you’re afraid to walk the rope, but it’s the fear of decision. You don’t know if you’re making the right choice of whom or what you’re leaving behind.
Yeah, the friends in front of you are leaders, but are you entitled to be a follower of even mistakes? Not mentioning that the friends telling you to give up are apparently doubters, not calling them hypocrites at the least. Though following isn’t always a bad thing. You can see the mistakes made by others along the way if you’re walking in their tracks. The only option is to stop and correct them while keeping your pace.
Distinguishing a friend isn’t the most burdensome thing to do. There’s going to be the liars, the traitors and the complete fakes. That doesn’t mean that a true friend is “perfect”, because no one is said to be. Friends mess up; they might even let you down. At the end of the day you’re going to know what’s right and what’s entirely wrong. An apology isn’t always the solution, but maybe the thought is.
I’ve been deceived, by a “friend”. I’ve been hurt and I’ve been unknowingly lied to, by a “friend”. There has been a time where I was to the point of complete apathy, due to a “friend”. I’m not much of a person for excuses without reason, and I definitely don’t forgive on a daily basis.
There have been days where I have completely broke down cried, wondering if I will ever find that person who can entirely relate to me. I mean, does it really have to be so hard to find the “right” person. Everyone has someone they can tell their deepest secrets to, it’s just the question whether you can trust them or not. I’m not saying that I’m perfect, because I’m far from it.
I’m just saying that I can keep a secret if my life depended on it. I have many friends, but there’s only a couple that I consider my best. In fact, there’s only two that I can tell absolutely anything to. These two friends have never deceived me; let’s just hope it stays that way.
I’m sure there are people who consider themselves my “best friends”, but they’re wrong. It’s not that I don’t like them as much as the others, it’s probably just because they’ve done me wrong a time or two. At the end of the day there is one question that I ask myself. “What would I do without these two people if something should ever happen?”
The answer should always be relevant to disaster. That’s when you know you truly “love” someone. Love doesn’t always have to be about family though; it’s just as much about your friends too. Especially the friends that are so dearly close to you that it’s scary.
What I’m trying to say is a friend isn’t always going to know what to say. They aren’t going to always be there when you fall, but they will always be there as you recover.
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