Thursday, November 15, 2012

Look what my Flights of Fancy have Wrought

    Friends are the family you choose. Which in a sense makes your choice of friends more reflective on you than your own family. In the simplest terms, who you are seen to be is who you choose to surround yourself with. Friends can be our best first tools to learn how to be open and trust those who are not our own blood.
Those first steps into the wider world around us.
     Which may be why I am as screwed in the head as I am. I've been betrayed too many times by those I chose to trust. Find that what I have given freely to people has been spit back in my face. Each time it becomes a little more difficult to trust again. Human nature makes us withdraw to lick our wounds and heal. It seems like some wounds only fester. It takes time and effort to remove the rot and start again. And to be perfectly honest sometimes acknowledging the wound is the only way to cleanse the soul.
     This makes the friends you keep that much more important. With complete honesty I've had special people in my life that walked with me back from very dark places. Many of these people I've fallen out of touch with. But at the same time if I received a call from one that needed my help I would go because it's a debt that's owed.It comes down to the fact that the world is a cruel place that doesn't care about you at all. You have to cling to what you can. That's why we call it strength in numbers not strength in one. No matter how strong you are you are stronger with the support of those around you that want to hold you up.
     But this just may be me. This is my view of how being a friend should work. Don't get me wrong,I don't mean that all my interactions with my friends is always rosy and great. Arguments occur over slights that are perceived or real. It easy for tempers to flare when again we are talking about individuals who can sometimes spend more time together than their own families.
     It is up to you whether to trust the people you choose to call your friends. I'm not saying it's easy. What is in life?

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