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Coming to Terms.

Today I took a lot of time to come to terms with a lot of things. I'm currently at my grands (grandparents) house and life is just so much simpler here. I'm only about 40 miles from good ole' Provo but there's something in the simplicity of being at my grands making cookies and drinking more than enough coke. Here's something I decided: Memories are the most cherished, most beautiful, most precious things in our lives. My reasoning comes behind the fact that you can't hold on to people but you can hold on to memories. Ever since I knew what a friend was I decided that I would want lots of them. Elementary School, Middle School, High School, and College has taught me that having a lot of friends isn't important. Having a few good friends is what's important. I can count the "best friends" I have had over the years. During the time each one of them has had that special role in my life we made memories and then we moved on. We got torn by bitterness, distance, or even boys. This was a hard lesson to learn when I was young and to be honest I don't think losing a friend ever gets easier. It's not that we necessarily "lose" them we just might reach a point where our friendship isn't as valued as it was at one point. Another thing I decided is that it isn't worth putting effort into a friendship where you are giving 100% and the other isn't even trying to give 20%. Life is too short to love people who aren't going to love you back. I saw a quote today that said, "fill you heart with what's important and be done with the rest." I hope people can always look at me and say that I was a true friend. I try my hardest to care deeply about those that I meet, do you?


  1. I love this Shelby! I feel exactly the same way. I've definitely been in friendships where I was giving 100% and they were giving 20%, and it's a feeling that sucks. But having a few close friends has always been more enjoyable to me than having a huge group of not very close friends.


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