If you follow me on Instagram @bournegreat you’ll know that last Saturday night as I was getting ready to go to bed I turned on some music, but when it was time to go to sleep I really just wanted to lay there and listen in the dark instead. Maybe the preworkout hadn’t worn off yet or maybe I just had a lot of different things on my mind.
That same Saturday I drove out to Patrick Henry College in Purcellville, VA to be there for the 2017 graduation. I said hi to a number of people I haven’t seen in awhile and got to visit with my sister before she flew back to Oregon for the summer. As I sat through the various ceremonial parts and pieces I was struck again with how defining and impactful my time in college had been.
In one of our first classes one of the professors asked us to write down what we would like to get out of our time in school, he collected the answers, and gave them back to us 4 years later. I have mine somewhere, but couldn’t find it this morning. On that sheet of paper I wrote that A) I wanted at least one or two friends that I could depend on and who would be like family to me. B) I wanted to get better at writing (at the time I figured they wanted me to put something scholastic down too).
In at least some respect in response to B, well here I am writing. I’ve gone on to write many papers and for finals last semester I wrote over 10,000 words in a week. Granted, writing is not all about the number of words on a page, however, I promise it wasn’t all plagiarism or incoherent.
But my close friends were what really impacted me during the three years I was on campus. I was actually blessed with five during that time and each one of them taught me how to be a better person. How to be kind, caring, thoughtful, smart, and what it means to be a better friend.
I shared my thoughts, my feelings, my good and bad poems. There was always someone I could talk to when something was on my mind. We lived so much of our daily lives together during those years.
Today, two of them are married to one another and I still get to see or talk to them nearly every day. Another is also married, in another state, and we haven’t spoken in a long time, but I know we can pick right back up.The fourth is traveling, following her heart, and we haven’t spoken in about two years. The fifth is in law school and we get to talk once every month or two, but it’s always as if we just parted yesterday.
I’m not sure there is a lesson or a point here, just something from my thoughts. I would just encourage you to be faithful to your friends, not to allow petty, and yes perhaps difficult, issues to get in the way.
The emotional and mental support is worth it.
Don’t let the bad times or difficult conversations define your relationships with good, honest, and loving people.