I’ve heard that our identity is the average of the five people we spend the most time with. It feels true and probably is. Some decisions or realizations we make when we’re young and we can’t quite trace out why, but they change our whole lives.
For me, one of these things was in 10th grade. I decided to be friends with people I looked up to, or felt made me better by being around them. This is an unusual choice for a teenage boy, because the only metric of social success at 15 is how sarcastic you can be. But I had been burned and didn’t want that anymore. I wanted to be around good people who were smart and kind and made me feel that way too.
That subtle decision changed my life. I have for the past 16 years sought out people I respect, friends that inspire me and make beautiful things, write beautiful words, make people feel beautiful.
I have found that many people don’t respect their friends. They laugh with and at them and they share experiences…but not their souls.
Choosing kindred souls as my community has made me who I am.
Almost everything I own was either given to me or made by a friend. Not so long ago we were starry-eyed kids with dreams of starting our own thing, doing our own thing. Now I’m 31 and my friends make the things I love. That is the adulthood I only dreamed about. It’s here. And I carry it with me in South America.
#oregontopatagonia #friendship #thethingsicarry (at Posada El Encuentro)
"Intelligent girls were often instinctively theatrical, purposely eccentric, mouthing highly suggestive words to confuse people. He had seen a number of such cases when it was impossible to distinguish the real thing from acting."