what is a friend?
if you’re anything like me you’ve asked yourself this question a million times. more than a million times.
you’ve been in friendships where you’ve wondered if you were crazy to love them, or crazy not to.
so many times i’ve wanted something from a friend or a relationship that they couldn’t give.
not because they didn’t want to, but because they were incapable of giving it.
not because they were mean or heartless or cruel, but because we’ve all been through our own life. our own pain and grief and loss and hurt. broken, mended, patched or threadbare; each of us hold a story carved on the walls of our hearts, and we carry the burdens on our backs.
and sometimes no matter how hard we want to love someone in the way they need to be loved, we can’t. we can’t because we don’t know how. we never learned how to love like that.
the further down this road i travel, the easier i see we’re all just hurting. we don’t mean to hurt one another – we’re just doing the best we can with what we have. and i realize all the times i was looking for something from someone that they couldn’t give. things i could only find in God. how often i realize i was searching among branches for what only appears in the roots.