Friendship, at it’s highest level, is seldom convenient.
There is almost never enough people around when it is time to be put on display.
Being a friend doesn’t mesh nicely with my calendar.
I rarely feel celebrated or appreciated enough for exhibiting the qualities that are synonymous with friendship.
This is why friends are so rare.
When I was assigned my topic for today, I immediately deflected towards other people. I went straight to the folks I know who have done an imperfect job at being a true friend. I set my sights on the times when I have witnessed someone casually discard a companion, who has stuck beside them when the chips were down. I immediately began to judge those who have traded friendship for convenience. I did this to keep from looking inward, at the times that I have failed the challenge.
I have been the recipient of friendship many times more than I have delivered it myself. The reason for this is because it’s hard.
Friendship calls for action, and is often uncomfortable.
A true friend goes to bat for you, when you weren’t aware there was a pitcher.
A friend will take the hit for you, when you had no idea there was a game.
Friendship is sitting defiant at the table when you know the deck is stacked against you.
Friendship is the farthest thing from a numbers game.
I don’t want anyone to get hurt. I want everyone to get along. I want to be liked. I want to do the right thing. I want to have friends, and I want to have relationships, but I want these things to come easy, and I don’t want to pay a price. I want these things because I am selfish, more than I am loyal.
A true friend runs towards the heat and doesn’t duck from the controversy.
Friendship doesn’t duck whenever turmoil calls it’s name.
Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,