It is three essays on various topics, connected loosely on the AIDS epidemic and his reflections of living through it. The third struck me as the obvious gem. It’s on friendship.
Is there anything more central to our lives that we give less serious thought?
Sullivan places friendship on a shimmering pedestal, and its hard not to concur after reading his assessment. Yet, compared with the thought devoted to family and romantic love, serious consideration of friendship is virtually nonexistent. Part of the reason for this, he argues, is the inherent nature of friendships…
Lovers and spouses may talk frequently about their “relationship,” but friends tend to let their regard for one another speak for itself or let others point it out. […] In fact, you can tell how strong a friendship is by the silence that envelops it.
He goes on to challenge the primacy that our culture places on family and romantic love. He notes that this was not always the case, as older societies were much less reticent about honoring the immense value of platonic, chosen relationships. Contrasting it with romantic love he explains,
When a friend is apart from a friend she doesn’t desperately need her, feel abandoned without her, unable to conceive of a future without her presence. She merely misses her, misses what her presence does for her, misses the familiarity that builds friendship, like a predictable tide the builds dunes.
I wonder, did the essay speak to me now because I’m slowly reaching a point in life where friendships seem tougher to obtain and maintain? Childhood is all about friends, a mix of copying each other while pretending to be unique. Leaving home for college is the pinnacle of friendship, living and breathing with friends (old and new) while figuring out how to exist away from home. But afterwards?
It isn’t until we’re thrown out into the world for good and become swamped by daily struggles that it hits us: almost nothing is more valuable than our friendships.
You know the people that deep down, you truly consider your “best” friends. They aren’t necessarily the ones you speak with the most, live next to, or have the most memories with. We simply all have people that, for reasons that are hard to pinpoint, make our lives feel better by their mere presence. They often never know it.
Sullivan sums it up beautifully:
Love solves a need, answers a calling, scratches an itch. Friendship does none of these things. It merely flourishes, a sign that human beings can chose one another for company, enjoy each other’s selves, and accompany each other on an enterprise, with no thought of gain or purpose.