Someone I know quite well, went out of their way to convey their appreciation for me today. They claimed that I had indirectly saved their life this year through traits of personality. I have a habit of holding up a mirror and showing people their imperfections, trying to help them accept it. The seed is often planted at a time where it is bitterly accepted, but once in a while the flowers blossom and the sweet plant finally fruits.
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The surprising thing is how it felt to be recognized for what I try to do.
Everyone walks through life surrounded by walls and masks, pretending to be some front-page face with some hollywood story. But the truth is we are just people, people who ‘want’ and ‘cry’ and ‘bleed’ and ‘beg’ to the same universal entity, in the stillness of our bedrooms with noone but desperation for company. We are people.
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I try hard to make it known that I will not put up with mindless *******, lies and mundane trivialities. I try hard to say that I can clearly see all a persons flaws and imperfections like they are stars scattered across a clear night sky. But I want them to know most of all that the way I see them, they are beautiful and they are safe with me as long as they accept my knowing embrace.
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Hearing the thank you was like a cupped handful of fresh river-water after a great season of thirst. Perhaps a matter of life and death.

N.H.