The other day, I woke up to a very long message.
I had forgotten someone’s birthday. A friend.
The message wasn’t confrontational—but it carried weight.
It spoke of feeling unseen, maybe even forgotten.In the past, I would have immediately explained myself, tried to fix it, or carried guilt for days. But this time, I paused and sat with what I was really feeling.
I realised something it’s taken me a long time to understand:
Not all friendships are meant to last forever. Some are seasonal. And that’s okay.
There was a time I believed every connection had to be held onto. That if someone once mattered to me, I had to keep them in my life indefinitely. That every friendship was meant to be lifelong.
But I’ve learned—there is grace in letting go.
There is wisdom in recognising when a season has ended.
And there is peace in acknowledging that some people were never meant to walk with you through every chapter—just a few pages.
This doesn’t mean I care any less.
It doesn’t mean the memories no longer matter.
It simply means life has moved, we’ve changed, and that’s allowed.
I’m learning to honour the people who were once central in my world without forcing permanence.
To bless what was, without resenting what is.
To let go—not with bitterness, but with deep gratitude.
To anyone navigating this quiet grief—the kind that doesn’t come with a funeral but still aches—just know:
You’re not being cold. You’re not being selfish. You’re simply growing.
Some friendships will last a lifetime.
Others were only meant for a moment.
And both can be beautiful.