It’s hard to make good friends. It’s like falling in love, to an extent. Sometimes you meet someone and you click and have a good conversation and you kind of have a crush. You can’t wait to see them again. Don’t get too excited. You do. And then you learn more about them and turns out they’re a bit arrogant, or not very willing to do new things, or they breathe heavily or instead of conversation, you take turns speaking.
Sometimes you meet someone and you know from the sparkle in their eyes that they are friendable but they study business. Time goes by and you get to know them and they’re smart and offer you a new perspective.
Sometimes you meet a friend of a friend or a co-worker. They may be capricious or self-absorbed or super critical and you learn to forgive them for the sake of difference.
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Daniel Adler worked in a garden one summer on a big estate. He spent hours pulling ivy and emptying flowerbeds. And the flowerbeds on the lower terrace had flowered weeds, which at first he thought were pretty. But they dry out quickly and if you pull on them they come up with the roots.
Daniel the Writer 