Today is Friendship Day in Argentina (“Día del Amigo”). It’s a holiday that I never gave much thought to until just recently. Before, I would have categorized it as one of Argentina’s superfluous holidays to promote tourism, commercialism, and the like (fun fact: Argentina was the country with the most federal holidays in the world in 2012, with a grand total of 19 non-working “holidays”).
But not this year. This year, the meaning of friendship has taken on a more profound significance as I look back and think about where I was emotionally, physically, mentally, and spiritually for the past twelve months versus where I am today. And frankly, I’m surprised that I’m still standing. But I couldn’t have done it without the genuine friends that I have who stuck by me throughout it all.
Within the past year I’ve seen Heaven and the depths of Hell, and have been round the bend more times than I care to recall. Within that time, I’ve experienced ugly and crippling moments of darkness but also ones of beautiful clarity. I sadly lost friends this year, which is unspeakably painful and I will never truly get over. However, new friendships have begun to blossom in this year for me as well, for which I am incredibly grateful.
But most of all, I am immeasurably thankful and indebted to my friends who were always there, who never left my side in my hour of need and who stuck by me when I was at my personal worst and on the verge of losing it all.
You all know who you are. I love you!
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one.” — C.S. Lewis