i saw a deformed teenager hobbling out of Taco Bell today.  He was shorter than my waist.  He held the door open for me and then sincerely said “thank you, sir.” - as if i had helped him.  The thought of that tender boy has been setting on my heart all afternoon.

my dear schitzofrenic friend, Bonnie called me again this weekend.  I just listened for an hour as she relentlessly poured out her troubles.  She tries my patience.

The talented, charismatic people of the world are the ones that can help bring me riches, comfort and a good time. But maybe the best talents are the ones some people have to foster deep compassion, patience, empathy, or kindness inside of us.  riches and comfort are nice while they last but they often also breed a lot of selfishness and pride. the other stuff is what i want growing on my soul- if i can help it.

November 3rd, 2009 | Category: essays- the unboring type | Subscribe to comments | Both comments and pings are currently closed