My roommates, Joey and Trey, have been away in NYC for the past few days to celebrate their anniversary.  Which, is awesome.  They return tomorrow, and while I am missing them a lot, their absence taught me a lot about my friendships.  

I’ve written this before, but one of the reasons I think friendships are so important is simply because my friends remind me who I am.  When I am alone for too long (which, I haven’t been yet), I get stuck inside my mind and all I can see is my thoughts.  I get trapped and run in circles, trying to make sense of things.  Soon enough, all I become is my mind, or my thoughts.  I need my friends to snap me out of that every now and again, because the truth is, I am not my mind or my thoughts.

When I am with my brothers, they show commitment to me through a vibrant love, and this makes me want to do the same for them.  In a sense, when I am shown love like this, my reaction is to live for them.  In the same way they let me be who I am (with all my ranting), I can let them be who they are (even when they don’t want to talk for a few days).  

The freedom that is found in the commitment of a friendship is indescribable, but I’m sure I’ll write about it for the rest of my life.