Existential?

A friend forwarded this to poem to me. It is simple yet full of meaning…

GIRLS IN MY CIRCLE

When I was little,
I used to believe in the concept of one best friend,
And then I started to become a woman.
And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up,
God would show you the best in many friends.
One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man.
Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom.
Another will sit beside you in the bleachers as you delight in your children
and their activities.
Another when you want to shop, share, heal, hurt, joke, or just be.
One friend will say, 'Let's cry together,'
Another , 'Let's fight together,'
Another , 'Let's walk away together.'
One friend will meet your spiritual need,
Another your shoe fetish,
Another your love for movies,
Another will be with you in your season of confusion,
Another will be your clarifier,
Another the wind beneath your wings.
But whatever their assignment in your life,
On whatever the occasion,
On whatever the day,
Or wherever you need them to meet you with their gym shoes on and hair
pulled back,
Or to hold you back from making a complete fool of yourself ..
Those are your best friends.
It may all be wrapped up in one woman, But for many, it's wrapped up in
several..
One from 7th grade,
One from high school,
Several from the college years,
a couple from old jobs,
On some days your mother,
On some days your neighbor,
On others, your sisters,
And on some days, your daughters.
So whether they've been your friend for 20 minutes or 20 years,
…God has placed (them) in your life…
To make a difference.
Thanks for being in my circle.

...It is comforting to know that one has many friends simply because the same person may not be a partner in all your crimes. Like a dress for every occasion and a different knife for each course of meal, a friend to indulge in every mood is needed.

A soulmate may not understand your sudden fetish for red nail polish. Your silver coloured shoes and blue mascara may perplex a friend who likes to talk about aesthetics and serious stuff. Another is a movie freak like you but balks at anything more cerebral than chicken soup for soul.

There are spiritual types you rush to when a tragedy (you know I am so fed up of life) strikes. One of your friends shares your love for Ghazals and Cohen but cannot groove at Govinda's songs. Aasha is good to go to Khana Khazana but Sasha is needed to unwind in Lan Kwai Fong. I go to A to share my feminist rant but callup B to drown my maid blues.

Someone I know once told me how she had lately become asocial but back home she had friends to go out for coffee, to shop, to talk…but then it depresses someone like me who has to try very hard to get talking and open up to other people.