Friendship

Friends, true friends, are rare and if we are fortunate in having even one, we can count ourselves rich indeed.

 

Friendship, in its true meaning, is a form of love. Not love of self and all that implies, but love for the friend regardless of what comes. To be a friend is to be willing to do what, within reason, friendship requires -- to forgive faults, to overlook slights and to help when there is need for assistance on life’s path. 

We all need friends, but there are many kinds of friends. There are the friends who are always there when needed and, regardless of self, will do all they can to help you. 

Then there are the fair-weather friends who, when it is to their advantage, will do all they can for you, but if things do not go according to the way that they would wish, become bitter, resentful and oftentimes jealous of the good fortune of their friends.  

These people are selfish and not worthy of the name friend. It is wise to write them off and let them go their own way for they have much to learn and they do not change until life’s bitter lessons have been assimilated in another lifetime. 

Friends, true friends, are rare and if we are fortunate in having even one, we can count ourselves rich indeed. Then too we must be a true friend ourselves; understanding, loving, kind and thoughtful and in every way blessing the friend we have found.