It is always a strange sensation when one feels oneself 'falling out of love' with a friend. Things that were overlooked in the past in favor of positive aspects can no longer be ignored. It happens gradually, yet one can feel oneself coming to the resolution day by day until all that is seen is the raw, naked human for all of its predictable tendencies and nuances.
I used to have the naive perception that I might hang on to all of my good friends well into my late life. As I am growing older, a quarter century, just about, I come to realize that I need fewer and fewer friends, and that I will continuously be disappointed by others directly or indirectly.
These days my focus has been furthermore on self-cultivation rather than on friendship. I can now truly say that I only have a handful of confidant friends: those that I can speak to in full disclosure and have similar desires for personal progress in life.
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