One of the real perks of getting older is discovering what you’re willing to live with—and what you’re not. As you age, the desire to accumulate more ‘stuff’ tends to fade, and instead, your focus shifts to what’s truly meaningful in life. Soon, you’ll start realizing just how precious friends are and how truly irreplaceable they can be. I’ve heard many people say they’ve friends everywhere, suggesting there’s an endless circle of familiar faces wherever they go to welcome them. But in my heart, I believe it’s not about how many people you consider friends—it’s about those who really matter to you the most.
I can count my true friends on two hands, maybe even just one. These are special people I’ve known for decades—they are the ones I know I can always rely on. More importantly, they are dear friends, no matter how far apart we are or how much time passes. I truly cherish each and every one of them. A few years ago, I was watching a Seinfeld episode where a pool attendant, who didn’t know Jerry very well, asked if he could be his best friend. Jerry hesitated and said, “Sorry, I don’t need any more friends.” I totally understand what he meant by that.
Are we there yet? 