I think sometimes people don’t understand the meaning of being a friend. If someone is happy, what makes someone think they can tell them what they are doing is wrong? I understand that all people have their opinions, but forcing them onto your friend? Its one thing to voice your opinion, its another to start drama over it. I think every person’s life is their choice. They decide what makes them happy and ultimately, nobody else really has a say. I think people get too wrapped up in their thoughts to take a second and step back. If your friend is happy, why are you the one upsetting them over something? Especially when that something isn’t any of your business.
My most true friends are the ones who I know will accept me and love me and never judge me for anything I do. I have two people in my life that I can truly say that about. And you know what, they are the only two people I really tell anything to. Because they understand that I am who I am and being my friend means accepting me for that. They never try to change me. They, while they tell me their takes and opinions, never force them on me or expect me to agree with them. They realize my life is mine.
I know friendships are about making the other person better. However, sometimes the only person who can know whats good for them is them. If they aren’t getting hurt and they are happy, who are you to step in? If they and all the people involved did nothing wrong, how is it your place to tell them what makes them happy isn’t right?
I truly believe every single person is or has been in my life for a reason. There is a reason some people have come and gone, and a reason some have stayed. There is a reason I fell in love with him. There is a reason he was the only person who has ever truly seen me. There is a reason it didn’t last. It was never supposed to. He taught me more things about myself and life and love that I could ever explain. I’ve had boys come into my life to show me exactly what I don’t want, and exactly what I do want. I’ve had friends that have come in and showed me many things too. I’ve learned that I’ll be friends with anyone, even if they aren’t a good friend. I’m finally learning what it means to have a good friend. I’ve been shown what it means to have really shitty ones too.
There have been a lot of people who have left my life. They were here for only a flash or a very long time. But they’re no longer in my life. This has come from many different reasons. Whether it be time, space, fights, growing apart, growing up, growing different, they’re not in my life anymore. I’ll always miss them. And their memories. But there is a reason they were here when they were and why they aren’t here anymore. I guess thats the hardest part. Accepting that they aren’t here for a reason. Or that you really miss who they used to be. You don’t know them anymore, you can’t miss them.
Then there are the people who entered your life and have never left. Whether they are in my daily life or we fade in and out, there are a select few people who have proven to me that they will never be going anywhere. I don’t have that with many people, I never have.
Sometimes I see friendships of mine that have ended, and I blame myself. Or that person. Its nobody’s fault. We grew apart. It happens. It doesn’t mean I’m a bad friend or they are a bad friend. It is what it is.
I think the same can be said for love. I’m lucky to have felt what its like to be in love. I also know what it feels like to fall out of love. And I can’t figure out how to be okay with that. But I just have to remember that every single person has come into my life, and left, for a reason.