I am fortunate enough to have many friends. Quite a few of them I have known for years and years. My oldest and dearest friend and I have been sidekicks since we were 5 years old. That’s almost 30 years! Many of my friends that I still keep in touch with I met in high school. I also have friends that Joe and I have met as a couple and enjoy hanging out with. I never really made friends at work as I was the only female my age in the office for many many years, but in the last few years I have been lucky enough to form a friendship with a co-worker that I really cherish, which has made the day to day of my life much more interesting and fun.
I can honestly say that I haven’t lost a lot of friends. Sometimes people just grow apart, and that’s okay. Life takes people in different directions, and just because you aren’t really good friends anymore doesn’t mean you don’t care about someone or love them just the same. But deep down it bothers me when there is someone that is in your life, and then they are gone. Someone whose friendship you valued, and then they are non-existent.
This can also apply to relationships. I’m happily married for almost 10 years now, and haven’t had to deal with other relationships for a very long time, but there have been times in my life when things went sour and I spent way too long trying to figure out why. Trying to figure out what it was that I did that made things go wrong.
When you’re in the mindframe that accompanies a lost relationship, whether it is a friendship or a mate, you don’t always want to hear the advice that tells you to move on, to leave them behind, and to let go. But something really resonated with me yesterday when I read that caption, and really made things click into place in a lot of ways. From as far back as my teenage years, all the unsolved mysteries of my life, and the lost friendships and relationships (not that there were many), seemed okay all of a sudden. Reading that and putting things into perspective that way, helped me I guess to close the book on a few loose ends that perhaps were never meant to be tied up.
I like to believe that everything happens for a reason. That God has a plan for all of us. But this has made me think that sometimes He does reach in and take people and things away from us because we aren’t strong enough to do it ourselves. As human beings we tend to be gluttons for punishment and chase after the things that hurt us the most. So the decision is made for us, yet we still do what we can to try to reverse it. To make things better, to set things right.
What we need to realize is – perhaps things have been set right. We just need to leave it alone and let go.