A man came into my work today. I greeted him as I do everybody, but then I assessed him more. His sister had passed away the day before and he was trying to hold himself together. I mentally put myself aside knowing full well how destroyed he was inside. If I took it in, I would fall apart while trying/wanting to help. When he checked out, I wished him strength and I pulled a flower out of a vase we have on the desk and handed it to him. He said that flower was flying home with him to go on a mourning alter he had made for her.
I friend of mine moved away the other day. I will miss him. He moved away for the love of his life. I wish him the best and am grateful I knew him. He always made me feel like I was someone who was worth being around.
I will keep holding myself together like I do everyday, but for now I need to shatter and purge. I wish I could inhale sounds and visions and keep them in that spot in my gut that reverberates when I’m inspired. I wish I could exhale it all into something incredible, bask in it for a moment, and then give it all away.
When it boils down to it, it is a simple yet selfish goal today: I want to be someone worthwhile.
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Yeah, its not today anymore, yet. I’ll spin a little Roxy Epoxy today. You’re worthwhile.