I talked to an 77-year-old man who was washing the windows at Pizza Hut today. He was young and so happy. He was kind. And wise. He was rich. He had no money. He had nice eyes. He was going blind. He had a beautiful smile. His teeth were rotten. His name was Jerome. And all he wanted to do was help people. He taught me so much in 6 minutes.
Those who quilt have their secrets.. emerging patterns laced together.. an initiating flash then flow of thread filling the symmetry with surprise..! pained reluctance those corrections.. finally uplifting joy.. Those who quilt then ask this question: does the recipient of this labored gift resonate with even one-tenth appreciation..? is she really Quilt worthy...?
In high school my friends would ask me "how do you not care about anything?" and I would try to say something a grand piece of witticism like "100 years from now nobody will know that I existed let alone how I did on a ******* spanish quiz" yeah look at me Mr. Edgy care free careless rebel but nobody knew that my greatest anxiety is that there will be nothing left of me after I die