An Essay On Friendship When I was in my 20’s the thought of ever turning 40 seemed like a foreign concept. A forever into the future sort of hazy picture. Details blurred, almost as if the picture would never exist. In my 20’s I made timeline plans. I promised myself that my 20’s were for travel, adventure, falling in love, getting married and moving into a dream cloud of fuzzy pink soft landings and an ever-growing list of accomplishments. I say this without an ounce of cynicism because I do believe that naiveté has its place in the human growth cycle. It’s a necessary blindness, for without it, would we ever jump at the next available risk? The older I get, the more guarantees I want. Will this leap over this puddle cause me to slip and get a little wet? Or will I fall all the way in, break an ankle, ruin some good clothes, miss an appointment and find myself on a trajectory for the worst possible outcomes imaginable? It’s almost as if I forget that there may be a...