Friends

Friends are not always forever. Although some are.

These statements are true in my opinion. Incidentally forever is a long word, almost as long as never.

What if one cannot hold onto a moment in time which is so far removed from the present that it is not possible to rationalise as having a point in the future. This point in time may be let go of. If it is associated with people that you regarded as friends in the past then it might be a way of letting go of those friendships.

This might mean you shall not see these friends again in one’s life time. This is possibly only related to the geographic nature of the world. Some friends you wish for a long and healthy series of future meetings with. To the point when you do not need an invitation to visit. These are the friendships that really matter, ones that you can count on. Of course, when those friends give you that open invitation it should not be abused as friends need their space too.

There is only one type of friend – those people you care about and whose woes also affect you, and their pleasure also makes you happy also.

If you are not a friend then you might be a mate (in the British sense of the word), if you are not a friend or a mate you might be a peer. Next comes neighbour then same village or town or city dweller. There is a definite hierarchy of geographic or dwelling or historical connection.

If these afore mentioned types of connection are good, next come those that are less salubrious. Ones that could be called feudal, or enemies. Often these only exist in ones mind and could in some way be attributed to paranoia, or conspiracy thinking. This is not so healthy, although part of human nature. Especially when "money" is at stake.

Sometimes though, this could be thought of as healthy in small doses, where a survival instinct is required to stay healthy and ahead of others in the competition called life.

After all, sometimes one does have enemies since being friends with everybody one meets is not possible.

I would like to say that if one counted ones wealth by the number of friends one has, then I would count myself rich.

In the same metaphorical breath I feel myself letting go of some that I have thought of as friends and mates, and finding new friends whom I truly love.

All.

David A. Robertson