“No one’s relationship is ever perfect. I believe, perfection is rather unreal and I’m glad I share something real with those who really matter. The real fights, the real concern, the real disagreements, the real opinions, the real love – in all its imperfection it’s still real.”
On that note, we all change in a given situation or over time. “Nothing is constant but change.” It’s a quote I remember reading on the first page of my science text back in school and I never really understood what it meant, until lately when its meaning truly sunk in. And when you reflect upon those five simple words, it dawns upon you that change isn’t a bad thing. Friends change, so what? You change too. Situations change, so what? Your maturity changes too. Life changes, so what? Your attitude towards it changes too.
None of our relationships will last forever, to me they’re rather abstract. You either turn to dust or you move to a different tangent. However what really matters is knowing which of those were real, irrespective of how long they’ve lasted. You have relationships that last for donkeys’ years and there are some last for just a few seconds. Among those, there are a few which are genuine and there are few which are superficial. Perfection is something I’ve never sought for because it gives me no room to fit in, knowing where I stand. There have been friends who didn’t influence in the best of ways and there have been friends who did otherwise. But that’s where I would draw a line. There’s is a difference between being a “wrong” friend (like we call them) and a “fake” one (claiming to care). Your wrong friend may not lead their life in the most appropriate way according to society’s norms but that wouldn’t mean they didn’t care about you or that they loved you any less as a friend. On the other hand, you have a friend who is almost ideal in his/her way of life when it comes to almost every given aspect but are passing friends.
How do you then draw the parallels? Do you then judge on perfection or the goodness in their hearts?
I’ve grown to love my friends in spite of the influences and supposed “bad” company because I find myself responsible for my own actions and deeds. I love them because they accept “me” not because they have to because they want to. I love them because in spite of each of us being opinionated, we are still willing to listen. I love them because I know they love me too. I love them because they’re willing to argue and stop me when needed. I love them because there is no impression to create. I love them because there is no room for lies and shame but plain honesty. I love them because it’s not a compulsion but a choice.
And the same goes for every other relationship too. For they’re not apparent in nature but real in their own given limitations.