As I make the journeys in my life and pursue my happiness and dreams, it takes its toll on the friendships I have. As I move on or vacillate or remain as I am, I either unknowingly or unavoidably discard friends; or they unknowingly or unavoidably discard me.
Some of my friendships had been for certain moments and situations; they never were meant to last. There were those which seemed promising, but due to my fault (or theirs), they did not make it beyond beautiful promises and expectations.
There are those which I deliberately lost (and without so much as a morsel of regret), I mean, I intentionally lost them as soon as I saw that they were in pursuit of two areas of self: Centeredness and aggrandizement. The pursuit was either theirs or mine.
I also know those which wait and watch from the sidelines. They are very polite and unobtrusive. They are all too careful not to cause offense. Where is the fun in that? In the spirit of excessive caution and propriety, these friendships miss out on the novelty, dynamism, and excitement of human liaisons.
Finally, there are the friendships which are the greatest things in our lives. They are heaven-sent gifts to a mortal race. They endure; they refuse to die; they tolerate and withstand abuse; they persevere in times of uncertainty; they are always there to walk us through the vagaries of our drab and troubled existence. These are the friendships to die for.
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