“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature.”-Jane Austen
As my year of being 25 comes to a close, I have forced myself to slow down and consider this past season. Two days ago, I wrote a really nice “life update” blog about everything this past year has entailed. I gathered all the monumental moments, impactful situations, and lined them out for you to read. I was giddy to recall how much of my life has grown, and share my small accomplishments.
Then I looked through all the photos from this past year. Then my childhood.
I stared a little longer at the one’s I never really posted, you know, the moments that didn’t need to be shared. Depth of field didn’t cross my mind, nor did I consider the aspect ratio of any of these photos. I caught myself lingering not at composition, but rather, who made up the photograph.
Then it came over me, this overwhelming feeling of gratitude. A few of you have been patient enough to walk alongside me, and hold my hand. My family and friends have laughed with me, cried with me, and chosen to see my worth. You never make me feel I am “too much”, or feel that I am “not enough”. Not sure why, but I keep getting lucky enough to call you my friends. Even my friends are confused about this matter.
This is a quote from a friend that will remain anonymous.
“You know, I have literally never met someone as wild as you. You’re all over the place. Yet, I still call you. I still feel the need to have to talk to you, or tell you little silly things. I keep coming back. I cannot even imagine what it would feel like for a person who were romantically invested in you with hormones involved. I feel sorry for them.”
As you can imagine, I got a good laugh out of that. How do my friends freaking back handed comments, somehow make me feel loved? That’s simple. An honest answer is a sign of true friendship. Trust me, I dish it out too.
So, to commemorate this year, growing “old”, and all of you as my friends, I gathered my favorite photos from this past year, and some even older. In these unscripted, impromptu frames – you’ll see why an honest friend is the real definition for “photogenic”. Now, saying goodbye to 25 is going to be easier than ever, knowing I will continue on having moments with old friends and new friends alike. All of you, have made life worth while. Thanks for being you.
“There’s not a word yet for old friends who’ve just met.”-Jim Henson