Friendships: they come and go.

Not longer than an hour ago did I look at an old friend's picture at the Ray's game with some of her best friends. I remembered then how back in the day those girls in the picture with her were a cause of distress rather than fun. Then, I started thinking more extensively about how friendships change through time. I myself have been experiencing some of that lately, those who meant a my life a couple of years ago now seem to be no more than strangers. It finally hit me. I have different friends than I had a before, even though I thought I'd be friends with them forever.
I am not talking about friendships that end because of a fight or anything like that, but about friendships that change slowly, with time. I am talking about the kind of friendships that end because we drift apart from each other, because we change on an individual level. The world gives a thousand spins and in all the mess we end up at some point or another, either: being distant from those who we once love so much, or becoming close to those we never thought we would be close to.
At least, that's how it is for me. I have never had a single best friend that lasted more than three years. Three years being tops if that's not too much. It is impossible to keep the same friends unless you change together with them, at the same pace, in the same direction. However, what are the odds? It happens, sometimes, but mostly it doesn't. I have learned that regardless of the situation it is always good to keep on meeting new people with the same interests as you. It is also important to leave the door slightly open for those old friends to come back and visit once in a while.