I'm just going to say it.

Of all our relationships, friendship might be the hardest.

Unlike any other relationship we have, friendship comes with almost no structure. Nobody trains you for it. There is no ceremony, no contract, no shared last name, or biology pulling you back to each other. There’s barely any obligation, and yet it’s the relationship we expect to feel the most chosen in. We want it to be the place where we are fully known and fully held, and we want that with no instructions.

When you say it plainly, friendship is mostly this:

Hopefully, we keep choosing each other correctly, forever, even as we both constantly change.

That’s a pretty risky deal, if you ask me. And yet, thinking back, it’s the deal most of us are making without ever acknowledging it.

Childhood friendship asked little: it depended on proximity, not compatibility. You lived nearby or shared a lunch table—closeness defined the relationship. In contrast, adult friendship is tested by career, children, romantic relationships, money, location, health, burnout, identity shifts, aging parents, grief, ambition, and mental health. It must endure all these challenges, even as proximity disappears and obligation remains low.

With so many competing demands, it’s easy to see why friendship is usually the first thing we get flexible about when life gets full and hard. It’s the relationship with the least built-in accountability, so unfortunately, it’s often the first to absorb what we don’t have left to give.

I’ve never had trouble keeping friends.

And, at the same time, I’m certain some people have a problem with the way I friend.

I know there are moments when I have not been the friend someone needed. Sometimes that was because I genuinely did not have the tools yet. I did not have the capacity or emotional skill set. I didn’t have it to give, and you unfortunately cannot give what you do not have. Other times, it was because what they wanted from friendship was not something I naturally offer. And other times, it was because I did not want the same closeness, consistency, dependence, or emotional exchange they did.

I want to sit there for a second, because that last one is the one we don’t talk about at all. It's what's actually going on beneath so many disconnections.

Some people have experienced me as distant when I felt fully connected, and some have wanted more than I instinctively knew how to give. I own my part in that. At times, my personality can come across as intense—too honest. In a society where most people prefer to hover on the surface, I like the deep end. I’m a break-glass-in-case-of-emergency friend: always there for your big, hard moments. This matters (to me), especially when so many friendships stop at the surface. And I get it; for some, showing up only for emergencies isn’t enough. Some people want a friend who texts and calls more. I used to do that, but my current life stage changed that for me.

Adulthood keeps teaching me: friendship is not a universal language. People define care differently; what feels respectful to one may feel like an absence to another. We can both do our honest best and still miss each other.

With all of this in mind, maybe the question was never whether someone is a good friend or a bad friend.

Maybe the question is whether they’re the right friend for you.

I think maturity is being able to let that be true without making either person the problem. They wanted more. I had less to give. Both of those can be true, and neither one makes either of us a villain. Accepting this isn’t an easy task … it’s so much easier to assign fault and move on.

Here’s something else I had to unlearn. Most of us were taught to evaluate friendship by compatibility—whether we click, like the same things, and get along. Compatibility does matter, and it is not everything. While compatibility is about matching, capacity is about being able to show up, and those are not the same. You can love someone completely and still be in a season where you don’t have the capacity to be what they need.

Different seasons call for different capacities. The friend who could talk every day in our twenties is now raising two kids, running a business, trying to stay healthy, and caring for a parent. Trying to get one person to check every single one of your friendship boxes, in every season, forever, is a setup. You are asking one human to be a whole community, and then resenting them when they can’t.

What I keep landing on is this: flexibility in friendship is not about lowering your standards or settling. It’s letting someone be who they are instead of who you decided they should be. It’s letting a friendship be what it can be now, instead of what it was, or what you imagined it would be.

Of course, none of this works without honesty.

Going deeper in friendship requires honesty. Honesty about what you can actually offer, what you want, and about the friend you have been and the friend you have not been.

So let me just say it.

I have not always been the friend someone needed. And I’d rather know that about myself and own it, than keep calling myself a good friend without ever asking who I’m actually good for. Friendship doesn’t need to tick every box; it needs to be honest, flexible, and real for the season. The best friendships, in any form, are the ones where both people get to show up as they are and let that be enough.

I’m Myleik. I coach, consult, and advise people building businesses, careers, and creative work—and yes, the people part too, like how we show up in our relationships and friendships. I write about what I’m learning in real time. If you’re ready to do the work, work with me 1:1 or join Bring Your Work, my live coaching community. Or stay here and keep reading.