On many days, I think of my friendships. The density of memory, the cadence of fuckery, the volume of our laughter. You know, I was raised in the collective kindness of my friends. Their warmth, their celebration, their ability to say fuck you with ease, as also their relentless reminder of my gifts. I feel blessed today.
I was no bright kid in school, not even later. I’d call myself an ambitious tinkerer. A curious doer of projects. But it’s through my friendships that I have learned much about the world. I have watched my friends study and make the most of the privilege of good education, work ever-so-hard on themselves and at their work to bring meaning to their lives. I’ve watched them lose their loved ones and re-build their faith in love by spreading some more. I have learnt that a true friend walks with you, and takes you to a better road.
I remember, in school, my closest friend told me, rather innocuously that, a small mind will discuss people, a mediocre one will discuss events but the great one will discuss ideas. And while I’m no great mind, twenty years ago my friend threw a wise nugget at me to remind me that I must talk less about people, and more about the ideas that can change the world.
I’m here for a limited time. And it’s my friendships I want to hold, and celebrate and nurture. Nothing gives me more joy than the company of friends. And so to you, my friend of the long, cold night. And also of a bright summer’s day. To you, who’s helped me be me in a large and small way, I want to say thank you.