Friendship
is a mirror to presence and a testament to forgiveness. Friendship not
only helps us see ourselves through another’s eyes, but can be sustained over
the years only with someone who has repeatedly forgiven us for our trespasses,
as we must find it in ourselves to forgive them in turn.
A
friend knows our difficulties and shadows, and remains in sight, a companion to
our vulnerabilities more than our triumphs, when we are under the strange
illusion we do not need them. An undercurrent of real friendship is a blessing
exactly because its elemental form is rediscovered again and again through
understanding and mercy. All friendships of any length are based on a
continued, mutual forgiveness. Without tolerance and mercy all
friendships die.
In
the course of the years, a close friendship will always reveal the shadow in
the other as much as ourselves; to remain friends we must know the other and
their difficulties, and even their sins, and encourage the best in them, not
through critique but through addressing the better part of them, the leading
creative edge of their incarnation, thus subtly discouraging what makes them
smaller, less generous, less of themselves.
Through
the eyes of a real friendship an individual is larger than their everyday
actions, and through the eyes of another we receive a greater sense of our own
personhood, one we can aspire to, the one in whom they have most faith.
Friendship is a moving frontier of understanding, not only of the self and the
other but also, of a possible and as yet unlived, future.
Friendship
is the great hidden transmuter of all relationship: it can transform a troubled
marriage, make honourable a professional rivalry, make sense of heartbreak and
unrequited love, and become the newly discovered ground for a mature parent-child
relationship.
The
dynamic of friendship is almost always underestimated as a constant force in
human life. A diminishing circle of friends is the first terrible diagnostic of
a life in deep trouble: of overwork, of too much emphasis on a professional identity,
of forgetting who will be there when our armoured personalities run into the
inevitable natural disasters and vulnerabilities found in even the most average
existence.
Through
the eyes of a friend we especially learn to remain at least a little interesting
to others. When we flatten our personalities and lose our curiosity in
the life of the world or of another, friendship loses spirit and animation. Boredom
is the second great killer of friendship.
Through
the natural surprises of a relationship held through the passage of years we
recognize the greater surprising circles of which we are a part and the
faithfulness that leads to a wider sense of revelation, independent of human relationship: to learn to be friends with
the earth and the sky, with the horizon and with the seasons, even with the
disappearances of winter, and in that faithfulness, take the difficult path of
becoming a good friend to our own going.
Friendship
transcends disappearance: an enduring friendship goes on after death, the
exchange only transmuted by absence, the relationship advancing and maturing in
a silent internal conversational way, even after one half of the bond has
passed on.
But
no matter the medicinal virtues of being a true friend or sustaining a long
close relationship with another, the ultimate touchstone of friendship is not
improvement, neither of the other nor of the self: the ultimate touchstone is witness, the privilege of having
been seen by someone and the equal privilege of being
granted the sight of the essence of another, to have walked with them and to
have believed in them, and sometimes just to have accompanied them for however
brief a span, on a journey impossible to accomplish alone.
-David
Whyte ‘FRIENDSHIP’ from CONSOLATIONS: The Solace, Nourishment and Underlying
Meaning of Everyday Words
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