Went to see Sex and the City yesterday. Oh well. It’s pretty long, doesn’t hold many surprises, but reminded me again how precious friendships are. Especially the long lasting ones. The tricky thing with those frienships are that you probably at one point had a lot in common, but with getting older you usually begin to share a deep understanding and respect for each other, but your lives don’t have that much in common any more. And of course from the start you have a different character and especially a different history and family.
What scares me most is the closer you get, the more vulnerable you get within that friendship and the more dependent for the support that friend gives you. And then again you learn the most about yourself with a honest direct friend by your side holding up a mirror. So no matter what, its worth fighting for, but never loose yourself in it.