Friends, and hope

I have been learning recently about friends. The different kinds I have and the things they mean to me. Some friends are family, some have become family, some are animals, and some are even inanimate. The one thing that real friends have in common is that they never desert you. Things change, relationships shift, but your friends remain. My friends are my dogs, and recently my guinea pigs. My dear dear piper, who is now gone, I miss her so. My sanora who sits by me whenever I am over and cries for only me to throw her ball. Even drake, his bell and always opened mouth has charm. Then there is my family my mom, dad, and brothers, all of whom I love very much. My grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and others on whom I can always rely. There are the movies and books I watch and read for comfort. Although they do not think or feel, I always know that when I am having a bad day you've got mall, or a hardy boys book, will be waiting for me. Then there are the people I have met who have enriched my life and caused my heart to fill with love. All of these changed my life for the better one way or another. I will not lose a single one of them if I can help it. Things change, things hurt, but for love, it is worth it.
Hope is another important thing. It is wonderful to have hope, but it some ways, hope is painful. Hope causes you to hold onto things others may let go of. In the moment waiting with hope Can be hurtful. Because hope means waiting for something you don't yet have, something you may never have. And waiting, sucks. We could always give up, not wait, and not hope. Things would be easier, if much much more sad. Sometimes easy seems more important than happy. It's not. Sometimes giving up seems nobler than hanging on to a seemingly lost cause. It never is. I am trying to make the hopeful choice. And it, is hard. But will be worth it, is worth it even now.