Lately, I've had reasons to start taking a closer look at some of the people whom I call my "friends" and realized that most of these "friends" are not really my friends but more like acquaintances that could become real genuine friends.
What is really at the heart of the art of friendship is love. Yes, love. When was the last time you told your best friend that you love them? When was the last time you were totally honest with your best friend? When was the last time you went beyond the call of duty to show your support and commitment to the ones whom you call, "friends?" Those are loaded questions. What it boils down to is this; most of us could count on our finger, the amount of real friends we have. That's the gospel truth.
In this the 21st century, "friends" have a whole new meaning. The next time you declare that someone is your friend take a moment and really inspect that thought and see if that friend is really a friend or a friend to be because believe it or not too much energy is being used up spending time with people who do not care one flying fart about you and they're your friends.
Friends come in all types, you have the friends that call you only when they have big issues and are looking for a sounding board. You have friends that are seeking others to entertain them. Friends who simply want someone, anyone to pass the time with because anything is better than being with the self.
These thoughts got me started thinking about those in my circle that I call friends and low and behold yes, like everyone else there are in this world three people that I know will come to my funeral or my wake whether or not it is raining, snowing or sunshine. These are my friends: I, me, and myself. These three are always with me in good times and not so good times and all the times. They are with me when I fail and when I succeed, when I am sad and when I am joyously happy. They are with me when I am in love and when I'm out of love. They are my true friends because even when I am afraid they stick around to help me conquer fear.
The true art of friendship begins with friendship with the self. Today for the first time in a long time I consciously gave thanks for the gifts that I have been given, my talents, my personality, my inner strength and outer weaknesses and for my over all operating systems; everything that keeps me moving even when I am not.
So yes, I am best friend to myself because I am always there for me, and I never just show up I am in IT.
Live your best life ever!
Cheers.
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