of true friendship
A dear friend of mine recently wrote a very moving post on his blog. It was about a journey in more ways than one - he went down to the east coast to celebrate his childhood friend's recent wedding and to meet another childhood friend. It was a joyious reunion and was capped off with a bitter-sweet parting with his mother, who had come to the US to visit.
It warms the heart to think about getting to hang out again with good friends whom you haven't met in years. But such is the lot of those of us who "succeed" in life. We have to go where our careers take us. And that unfortunately often means away from the ones near and dear to us - family and good friends.
Is success truely only measured in terms of what kind of job one has or how many materialistic possessions one has accrued? Does the number of people around you who care for you count for anything at all?
What we're increasingly faced with today is a number of casual acquaintances around us, with whom we spend time because it's better than being by ourselves. We find ourselves increasingly reluctant to make new friends - good ones, because we don't know how long we or they are going to stick around. Indeed it does work out fine when one fine day we move on or they move on, and both don't even give it another thought. There's always new people to meet, new short-term friends to make. It's a good safety net which protects us from the distress of loss of friends time and again. But it leaves our life that much poorer because we can't really forge the ties of friendship which will endure. We sometimes find ourselves back from a trip and with no friend to pick us up from the airport. A friend who won't do it as a favour, but who'll insist. A good friend - a blood brother.
Success in our careers sure seems to be at the cost of failure in our personal life. In some ways I envy those among us who remain where they are in life, but who're surrounded most times by people they care about. I can't help but feel that their life is somehow richer for it.
It warms the heart to think about getting to hang out again with good friends whom you haven't met in years. But such is the lot of those of us who "succeed" in life. We have to go where our careers take us. And that unfortunately often means away from the ones near and dear to us - family and good friends.
Is success truely only measured in terms of what kind of job one has or how many materialistic possessions one has accrued? Does the number of people around you who care for you count for anything at all?
What we're increasingly faced with today is a number of casual acquaintances around us, with whom we spend time because it's better than being by ourselves. We find ourselves increasingly reluctant to make new friends - good ones, because we don't know how long we or they are going to stick around. Indeed it does work out fine when one fine day we move on or they move on, and both don't even give it another thought. There's always new people to meet, new short-term friends to make. It's a good safety net which protects us from the distress of loss of friends time and again. But it leaves our life that much poorer because we can't really forge the ties of friendship which will endure. We sometimes find ourselves back from a trip and with no friend to pick us up from the airport. A friend who won't do it as a favour, but who'll insist. A good friend - a blood brother.
Success in our careers sure seems to be at the cost of failure in our personal life. In some ways I envy those among us who remain where they are in life, but who're surrounded most times by people they care about. I can't help but feel that their life is somehow richer for it.
posted by the grim sleeper at 11:38 PM
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