That's a lyric from a song in one of my favorite Disney flicks, Jungle Book. Do you remember it? Mowgli, feeling rather down in the dumps, sings this song with two vultures. (Ooh, now that's an odd thought. Were the folks at Disney studios implying that those who we think are our friends are actually vultures? Waiting for us to die so they can pick our bones? Enough of those dark thoughts.)
I think it's fascinating to see how other people view friendship and what the term means to them. I've known people who, after meeting me just a few times, introduce me to others as a friend. On the other end of the spectrum, there are people I've known for 10 years and have spent a lot of time with who don't really know me at all, who also call me friend.
A friend, to me, is someone who makes time to spend time with me, whether having fun talking about nothing in particular or enjoying deep, real, meaningful conversation about what is important to us. Someone with whom I can be honest and share the parts of me that aren't very beautiful, and they still love me. Someone with whom I can talk about the concerns of my heart and not feel dismissed. Someone who accepts the choices and decisions I make, and doesn't reject me because they don't agree. Someone who makes me think and challenges me to defend what I think and believe.
If we're really fortunate, we come across this type of friend a few times in our lifetime.
My definition of real friendship is a narrow one, but I think I'd rather have one very close friend than a dozen casual friends. I guess it's tied to the type of person I am. An introvert like me finds being with large numbers of people engaged in superficial small talk pretty exhausting. Conversely, I can spend hours talking in a meaningful way with one or two people and feel energized and stimulated.
I appreciate the different relationships in my life. Because of them, I grow and learn and become a better person. But I am particularly thankful when there is someone in my life who I can call a kindred spirit.