Friendships And Fields

Over the years, it seems I’ve had so many different lives and friends.

Friendships are such unique things up close.

Over the years I’ve started to see them so distantly – more of a whole picture instead of just one event. The old ones, from the beginning to the end – like a flower coming from a seed to bloom in just a few seconds.

I see the smiles and the suffering.

I always think suffering is worthless unless you learn something. So through the bitterness, the tears and pain, I’ve tried my very hardest to learn everything I could from it. Plain suffering might get you pity from the outside and self validation, but truthful understanding gets you peace from the inside and wisdom for your next trial. Isnt that what every person wants really? Happiness for the next page of their lifes book and peace from pain of the old.

I think there are so many great sayings about friendships. Here’s some
of them I’m sure that have all been read before.

“A true friend is someone who is there for you when they would rather
be someplace else.” – Len Wein

“It is not so much our friends’ help that helps us, as the confident
knowledge that they will help us.” – Epicurus

“It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.” – William

“In good times let your friends know of you, and in bad you will know your friends” – Unknown

“Go often to the house of thy friend, for weeds choke the unused
path.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

I think there is a difference between knowledge and wisdom. Just like they say in a comedy called ‘A Fish Called Wanda’ about an ape reading Nietzsche, knowledge is nothing more then memorization. It becomes wisdom when you use it. I think leaning from simple quotes are much that way too. Knowing them doesn’t make it useful. Doing it does. So I try to re-read quotes from time to time and see if my palate has changed and they’ve taken in new meaning to me. That last one has.

I’ve come to the conclusion that friendships are like having gardens on someones elses land. There is a season to plant, and there is a season to pick from the vines. Sometimes you’ll work all day with no return, and sometimes you’ll do nothing but eat from its stalks. Sometimes youre so busy just keeping the crows and beetles away and sometimes nothing will be more peaceful then to walk among its paths or more needed then to hide from the world in its foliage, but only if we take the time to weed and water. Its wonderful to think that a garden started well, will grow on its own, but it wont – not even in the best dirt and the best weather. If you walk often enough through your gardens you’ll never be surprised to find a huge weed patch or another has started to work its land where you once were.

During our lives we’ll have those who run through the our fields carelessly breaking stick and stem and those who’s thumbs arent green, but red as the sun – seeing a single weed and burning the whole field for it. All the while telling themselves how awful the ground was for digging anyways. You’ll find those who cant understand why their gardens never work, but never care to find out – and those who will profess their abilities while behind them is a path full of rott and cracked earth. There’ll be those who have to many and wont be able to always be there, and there are those who want nothing but an ear of corn and to be on their way. Then some – and they’re so few – will take what is needed, and give what is asked, while always keeping an eye out for weeds and boweevils. They’ll always be ready with a light sprinkle of water during the hottest days and covering the blooms during the frost. Through out our lives we’ll meet so few with green thumbs. Many of us are still learning how to be a good gardener (friend), but this analogy seems so simple and wonderful I wanted to pass it on.

Pick those who cultivate your friendship carefully and the land you farm yourself even more so. Try to cool your friends when their angry, visit them when their lonely, check with them so nothing gets out of hand and look for those bugs that eat at them… visit often or on your return to pick an apple – you might find nothing but weeds…