The true gift of friendship isn’t the warm fuzzy feeling you get when you spend time with people you like (and who like you back). It’s having companions on the journey of life, no matter what it feels like.
Sharing life is good. And there are umpteen children’s books out there banging on about sharing (I’ve read a fair few of them!).
So why are we so hung up (and pretty bad at) sharing the dirt we live on?