Friends

The other day I wrote about remarkable people (see here) and those amazing people that we interact with on a less than regular basis, . . . how atypical truly remarkable people are . . . how we should take advantage of those moments. 

I ran into an old friend the other day and we were immediately right back where we have always been. I love friendships like that. Those friends who no matter what, they are there, they are the same people. 

There are those friends who's friendships get stale. They get old, and things get out of step. The friends who you used to dance with so perfectly and easily, . . . you start stepping on one another's toes, or worse, the dance stops. Sometimes abruptly. Maybe they don't even get off the chairs that line the middle school gym, . . . or don't come to the dance at all. 

Then there are those friends who you don't see for weeks, months maybe . . . sometimes years. Then when you see them, you dance and it's perfect. Finding those dance partners who are naturally perfect with you is really the end goal and best goal in life. When you find those folks, those perfect friends, hold onto them and keep dancing as long as you can, cause finding them is such a rare thing.