Blessing in disguise

I have been told for the longest time by practically everyone I know that you need friends to live and survive. I've grown up watching my father spending most of his time with friends than with family. So I suppose somewhere unconsciously maybe I had the impression that friends are special. I held on to them.. always, and stuck with them through thick and thin. My life seemed to revolve around them. I lived for them. Oddly enough, I can no longer relate to that same old person. In my head, I keep asking myslef, what the hell were you thinking?

Perhaps all those years were an attempt to fit in somewhere. I know I've never really been content but then again, I doubt it that even mattered. However, a point comes when you see things from a different prespective. When you look at people, not as your friends but as individuals. In a way, that gives you the liberty to choose the people you want in your life. I guess I made my mind about that a long time ago. I may not know what I want from life but I do have a very clear idea about what I don't want.

I never thought I'd say this but cutting off ties with people from your past is sometimes a good idea. It gives you a sense of freedom, in a very strange way. You see who you are and realize how important it is to understand and love yourself.