Friendship became much less important to me over time because of life’s circumstances. You see, from a very early age, beginning at only age 14, I became a dislocated person who moved frequently. At that early age, both of my parents died, and I moved in with in-laws, but at a different location from where I grew up, so I lost all of those friends from my home and childhood.
Turns out that I’ve have now lived in 13 different locations in my adult life. Each move meant that I lost all the friends from the previous location. So it became ingrained in me that friendship wasn’t all that important because friends would come and go with such regularity — so they were nothing to be counted upon.
But that attitude was a mistake, I now believe. Friendship is very valuable and very rewarding, and I have missed out on a lot because of my somewhat negative attitude toward friendship that developed out of adverse circumstance.
Such is life.
Henry's Views 