Musings & Threads. I’m 'Outta' Here.
I’m ‘Outta’ Here.
My friends and I were building our house of friendship for many years. As I was putting up the walls on my side, they were building too, but not as quickly or solidly. They are busy with other things, I would say. I can just do more to compensate. And my walls would be finished and I would start on the inside furnishings, but the rains came in while I waited for my friends to finish putting up their side of the house. They are busy with other things, I would say. I can just do more to compensate. Many years go by and the house is never finished.
I remembered the times they could have called when I needed my spirits lifted, but they did not. Then I remembered when I would gladly share my thoughts and feelings unafraid, little would they say about their own. True friends share their souls and not just what’s surface deep. And true friends finish the house they start to build together. What I had needed of them, whether incapable or unwilling, those I deemed my friends were unable to do. And I finally realized those I had considered true friends were only acquaintances that I had grown comfortable with over the many years.
I finally went out the door on my side of the house that was never finished, to never return. Though it was sad to walk away from those I thought were true friends but who would never be, I had to smile. For now I was free to find the true friends waiting out there, somewhere, just for me.