“Most important is to have friends.”

Such a simple line.

The kind you could scroll past without stopping. The kind that sounds too obvious to matter.

Yet somehow it gathered every memory, every shared moment, every piece of my heart that has been shaped by the people I love—and held them all in five words.

Sometimes the deepest truths sound the simplest.

 

What Life Keeps Teaching Me

We don’t walk alone.

Even when we think we do. Even when we’re convinced we have to figure it all out by ourselves, carry it all, be strong enough to not need anyone.

We don’t walk alone.

There are people—chosen family, soul friends, the ones who somehow found us in this enormous world—who weave themselves into our story in ways that change everything.

They don’t just witness our highlight reel.

They hold us through our becoming.
They sit with us through the messy chapters we don’t post about.
They celebrate the tiny victories no one else even notices—the day you finally set a boundary, the moment you chose yourself, the small brave thing you did that looked like nothing from the outside but felt like everything on the inside.

This is what holds us together when everything else is falling apart.

 

The Strange Magic of Friendship

Friendship is alchemy.

It turns strangers into safe spaces—people who were once just faces in a room become the first ones you call when your world shifts.

It turns ordinary days into landscapes of laughter. A Tuesday afternoon becomes a memory you’ll carry for decades because of who you were with, what you said to each other in that unguarded moment.

It turns heaviness into something we can carry together.

The grief that would crush you alone becomes bearable when someone sits beside you and says, “I’m here. You don’t have to explain. Just breathe.”

The fear that keeps you frozen becomes moveable when someone says, “I believe in you even when you don’t.”

 

What Actually Makes Life Meaningful

I’ve stood in so many places.

Airports watching people reunite. Beaches with friends at sunset. Tiny cafés in foreign cities. Long roads leading to somewhere new.

And I’ve realized, again and again:

What makes life meaningful isn’t the destination.

It’s not the achievement or the milestone or the perfect Instagram moment.

It’s the company.

It’s who’s there when you arrive. Who you’re texting from the road. Who you can’t wait to tell about the thing that just happened.

It’s whose voice you hear in your head when you need courage. Whose laughter you carry with you like a talisman. Whose presence makes you feel more like yourself instead of less.

 

Friendship as Grace

The older I get, the more I see friendship as a form of grace.

Not something we earn or deserve or have to be perfect enough to receive.

Just… grace.

A reminder that we’re never meant to do this life thing alone.

That trying to be an island—strong, independent, needing no one—isn’t strength. It’s exhaustion wearing a brave face.

That our hearts grow bigger when intertwined with others. Not weaker. Not more vulnerable in a dangerous way. But stronger in the way that a forest is stronger than a single tree—because the roots connect underground, holding each other up through storms.

That love, in its simplest form, is just showing up.

Not perfectly. Not with the right words or the perfect gift or the solution to everything.

Just… showing up.

Being there. Staying there. Even when it’s messy. Even when you don’t know what to say.

 

The Most Important Thing

So yes.

The most important thing is to have friends.

Real ones. The kind who see you and don’t look away.

The kind who love you not despite your darkness but including it—because they know that’s part of the whole picture, and the whole picture is who they’re choosing.

The kind who make you braver just by existing. Who remind you who you are when you forget. Who hold space for all your versions—the strong one, the scared one, the one who’s still figuring it out.

 

And To Let Them In

But here’s the harder part:

And to let them in. Fully.

Not just the edited version. Not just the parts you think are acceptable or impressive or easy to love.

But the real thing. The uncertain thing. The “I don’t have it together today” thing.

Because friendship isn’t built on perfection.

It’s built on presence. On honesty. On the courage to be seen.

And when you let someone really see you—when you stop performing and start just being—that’s when the magic happens.

That’s when you realize: this is what we’re here for.

Not to be impressive.
Not to have all the answers.
Not to walk through life like we don’t need anyone.

But to find each other. To hold each other. To remind each other we’re not alone.

That’s it. That’s the whole thing.

And it’s everything.

If you’re ready to cultivate the kind of presence that creates real connection—the kind that lets people in and holds space for what’s real, I’m here. I’m teaching the practices that helped me stop performing and start connecting, that showed me how to be the kind of friend I want to have.

👉 Start here and discover what becomes possible when you finally let yourself be fully seen—and when you learn to truly see others in return.