One of the hardest things to learn as you get older is that you can’t be all things to all people. You can’t be the best daughter, wife, mother, and friend. You can certainly try but you’ll probably lose your sanity in the process. All you can do is be the best person you can be and surround yourself with people who love you unconditionally.
Easier said than done.
I plan to keep making friends until the day I die. And I truly hope a few of them stay in it for the long haul.
This is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang but a whimper.
I never knew who wrote that line but I knew it was a famous poet. I googled this before I started and found out it’s the last stanza of a poem by T.S. Eliot. I quote it often because so often things started with a bang and end with a whimper.
I started a blog last summer and it went off with a bang. It ended uneventfully with a whimper. I think I about friendships in the same way. I think about relationships in general in the same way.
We decide we’re done with someone. We want out. We don’t want to be friends. We want to forget that we are family. Whatever it is, it’s done these days with a click of a button.
And with that it’s done. All of these social programs are smart enough to not let us know when our feelings might be hurt. A friend from Facebook quietly goes away. A follower on Twitter disappears from our stats. Some people track this stuff. I call them masochists. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to feel the sting or the slap in my face.
And yet, when I discover it on my own, it still stings. We make it easy to walk away from people. We make so many wonderful connections online. We use the internet to foster all of our offline relationships as well. And with the click of a button, someone walks away. With a whimper.