So I have been ‘friends’ with other human beings for (about) 48 years.
In my first couple of years I don’t think I understood much about friendship.
But in the 48 years after that – yes – I have experience of having friends.
The thing that has taken me by surprise recently though.
Is that some of my closest friends these days, I have only known for a really short space of time.
And that, in certain chapters of my life, would have been quite an odd notion.
At school I knew my friends for, say, 5 to 10 years.
At university it was at least 3 years.
In my 20’s and 30’s my closest friendships were with people that I had known for maybe as many as 20 years.
And in my 40’s then, of course, a small circle of friends had been my friend for 30 years or more.
But in my late 40’s, I have met some great people that have become really good friends really quickly.
I have made myself open to this.
Open to change.
Open to revealing a lot more about me to new people.
Much more than I would have done when I was younger.
And I am really, really interested in new people too.
Learning from them.
Being with them.
Helping them if I can.
And, even though I am quite poor at asking for help actually, seeing if they can help me.
I like how the subject of friendship has evolved through my life.
As I get older – there is room in my life, my head and my heart for new people.
It’s a really nice feeling.
And something I mean to carry on with.
Building new friendships takes a little time and effort.
But it’s always worth it.