...awfully important to me. Why? I'm not the easiest person in the world to be friends with and some people over the years have used that as an excuse to be really horrible to me. The best friends that I now have (few that they may be) tend to have a extremely open mind about me, my actions (even when they are illogical), and my personality. They are people who truly accept my flaws and even though they can occasionally be harsh about those flaws, they are always honest with me and that is invaluable to me.
I love my best friends; life wouldn't be as wonderful without them. Sure, I miss some of my old best friends yet they all taught me something about myself and what friendship means. I spent a lot of time in the past beating myself up over things I did where I meant no real harm and people's responses to it; I no longer do that. I work as hard as possible to be good to those people that I care about and they do the same for me. It's nice to finally have real friends in my life (even if they do live further away than I'd like them to).
I've tried to follow Gandhi's advice, forgiving those people I feel wronged by and when it hasn't worked 100% I have merely accepted what has happened and moved on. And that feels awfully good.
PS. Those are not my best friends...unfortunately.
