I get by with a little help from my friends.
Tonight I played some music on the roof top deck of Tony’s Pizza with some friends. The sky threatened to storm the whole time, painting a dramatic canvas with bold strokes blue and grey and purple. The crowd was small and quickly vanished when some raindrops began to trickle down leaving only us adventurous musicians who wanted nothing more than to play. So play we did.
The sun went down and we kept playing as lightning flashed in the distance. At the end of the night we sat around for a moment and finished our beers before packing up equipment and leaving. All said it was a wonderful night spent with some friends.
It left me thinking of the value of friendship. Having friends is difficult the older you get, or at least spending time with them is. Priorities shift from being a member of a tribe to the leader of a tribe and a parent must always be the chief to their tribe first and foremost. That said, everybody still need friends.
The truth is, I’m luckier than most. I’ve been blessed with great friends who, though I don’t necessarily have the most time for, we remain close. Some friends I don’t talk to for months but we can pick up right where we left off when we do finally reconnect. I have some friends who I might not see for an entire calendar year but we talk on the phone at least a couple of times a week. My friends are more than just sources of entertainment, they are those who build me up and who I in turn try to build up as well. They are those who are passionate about their lives and their futures and who by association I am a better man for knowing.
I truly get by with a little help from my friends.
Being a person in the world is hard. Being a dad is just that much more responsibility. It’s good to have friends that you can count on, in good times as well as bad. I see my own children building friendships today and hope that they will be as meaningful as mine. The truth is that past a certain point in a child’s lives, their friends will have a greater influence on them than I will. Though I know that will mean stumbling though some dark times together, I can only hope that it also means finding the light.
I pray that my children will find friends who stoke the fire of their passion for life as I have. I hope that they will build each other up and inspire one another to create a beautiful world. I dream that they will one day gaze out at the thundering horizon and know that they aren’t alone, no matter how threatening the storm seems.