A Friend for Every Season

Sometimes I look at the people that are in my life today and I wonder how we got here. I mean of course I know how we met, how friendships formed, how our journey together has evolved... But I still find myself surprised at times. Surprised that the ones that are still here are, surprised that some of the people in my life are so interchangeable. 
I love some of my friends deeply. Some, not many, have known me for many, many years, seen all my weird stages, known me before I knew who I was. And even after all that they are still here. It's kind of amazing. 

Then there are all those people that came for a short period, stayed and then moved on. The former friends who disappointed me or grew apart from me or moved away (physically or emotionally) or just disappeared in life's chaos. I rarely mourn these relationships, though I sometimes look back on them for whatever reason; to see how far I've come, to remember how hard life was, to remember how easy life was. It's amazing how much relationships with other people teach us, hurt us, mold us and grow us. 

I wonder ten years from now who will still be here and who will have become a shadow of the past. 

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