Every once in awhile…well more than ONCE in awhile.
I meet people who for some reason or another find something in me that shines. I don’t shine. I am just really loud, so everything around me comes across as dim. swear.
And then they do this beautiful thing. They send me little notes with commentary on the appreciation of me. Now don’t get me wrong, I am totally blowing my ego up here, this is not some faked attempt at humility.
I LOVE GETTING THOSE LITTLE NOTES. In the mail, at my place of work, on my doorstep.
I keep them together, in a box. So that on days, when I feel utterly repulsed by my own existence. I can open that box, and read the notes….notes from people who don’t owe me a damn thing. Who don’t have to spend the money to send me words of love. But they do it anyway.
And this, is why my faith in humanity will never fall, never become jaded, never be lost….I Love you, life. Thank you.
I love you little note writers of joy. Thank you.