It is often said that true love is rare. Many people find romantic love, but making it last is difficult, especially to one person for the rest of our lives. In a culture where changing relationships is common practice, this is especially true. However, I hardly see posts, songs, or television shows about other types of rare love, particularly true friendship.
In grade school most of us had at least one friend, most had a handful to several. However, as hormones begin to fly, and kids grow into adults and discover who they are, people change along with their friendships. I was a docile kid, the stereotypical doormat. I let people say and do what they wanted to me and just fume to myself, this was the case all the way up until a few short years ago. I’m shy and introverted and so I spent quite a bit of time alone, but still needed friends. In fact, quality friendships are as important to me as family.
Like a lot of millennials, I grew up watching Boy Meets World and wanted desperately to have the kind of friendship that Cory and Shawn had. I had a couple friendships like that, but they did not run as deep or last as long as I had hoped. In some cases, it was a blessing to no longer be close with as they were mentally abusive, and a few were even bullies. With other people we are separated by distance but keep in contact as much as adulthood allows.
Ultimately, I learned that a good, solid friendship is hard to come by. In fact I would argue it is just as difficult to find as romantic love. Friends come and go, but it is rare to find someone who wishes to be invested in your life. This is not to say that I don’t have wonderful friends, or have t found the friendship I was looking for, just that life has taught me just how valuable it is. It you have a best fried That is like a sibling, then you are blessed, cherish them.
July has been one of the hardest months for my family. Without warning we lost our main source of income, and this happened one month after we just got a border collie named Syrup. Anyone who has dogs knows the first year they are very expensive due to spaying/neutering and shots.
I grew up with border collies and absolutely love the breed, and from the first day we brought Syrup home my family was in love. Then on July 5th we lost our income and my wife and I feared we would lose Syrup. As one can imagine it hasn’t been easy, but through it all Syrup has been a bright spot in each of our lives. She is a gentle, sweet-hearted dog that knows exactly how to comfort her family, despite being only a few months old. My wife and I have resolved no matter what financial struggles come our way, Syrup will remain a part of the family no matter what. No parent would give away a child just because their income was lost, and the same goes for our dog.
Through it all, it has been difficult to write. The stress, the exhaustion from being stressed, along with the never-ending job hunt has put this job on the back burner. I’ve tried a few freelancing gigs, which paid little, applied to scores of jobs, but it appears this is where I’m supposed to be for the time being. I’m now armed with an adorable border collie at my feet, and a reminder every day that no matter what happens, she is a bright spot for my family, and an inspiration of what love should be. Imagine if humans loved as unconditionally as some animals do? What if we all showed grace and patience with everyone, including those who wronged us? These are just a few musings I have. Even with growing up with dogs, it is a sweet reminder just how caring they can be in the darkest moments.
As always this stirs up inspiration within me as a writer. Humans can and are often as caring animals, but why is it often so difficult to see? Many times, it is easier for an animal lover such as myself to see the good in animals more than humans. Is it in our nature to be harsher with our own species than an animal that is cute and soft? Dogs and especially cats can have bad attitudes and disappoint us. They why do they seem to get more of a pass than an unpleasant person? Is it because we expect more from sentient beings, knowing that animals don’t always know better? These are the sorts of things I ponder as an author. That is what’s strange about what I do, literally everything is fair game for inspiration, including a sweet little puppy who is there no matter what.