Everything we do in life takes on so many meanings. It doesn’t matter what it is, what category it entails, and just who it involves. We learn and live, hopefully.
Hopefully we do. Hopefully we learn.
The layering of garments…
Then adults with stars and glitter in our eyes and between our toes.
We make plans.
And before we know it, we’re into years.
How did we do? Did we succeed?
What, just what, was/would be our hearts’ greatest goals,
–our plans and our wildest of dreams?
How’d we turn out? Are we civil?
Does it matter?
Does it not?
Should we even speak about it?
Every. Single. Thing. is a layer upon a layer. Good or bad, true or artificial. We make a choice, all of us.
Each one of us.
(We really do.)
We decide who we can or cannot be with and who we absolutely despise. And for valid reasons. If we liked every person in this world, well, then I guess this would be called–
Heaven. Wouldn’t it.
The imperfections, cruelty, human indecencies are here–in this world.
People care, but not enough people care.
People give, love, and adore–
But not enough people do, feel, give forth that ray of light–
Not enough people are all those wonderful qualities.
But it takes one light. It can. It can take–
One life to feel all that good stuff.
All that great stuff.
It takes being human.
Then it takes being so kind.
So full of it all–
In the very best healthy way
—of it all.
“I love you”
–goodnight (or good day).
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