You're good, he kept saying. You are. You're.....good.
And strong.
And beautiful, you're a beautiful person.
I met you when you were, what, 18? I didn't see you for three years after that and now I haven't seen you for another two, no, three more years since then
so that I still have the desire
that I think about you
and desire to call you up...
You have a goodness about you, and a kindness.
And you're definitely feisty...
the goodness radiates, it does.
a sharp cookie
This was the delightful and unexpected portion of a phone call I received this evening.
It’s an answer to that paradoxically perimetered question: whowhatwhy am I; in three words describe--me! in just three words—never! I'm deep I'm eternal I'm evolving right NOW and NOW again--I feel what I am but I'm not always sure I know myself and I hardly feel justly represented by only three measly factions of letters.
Yet tonight he gave me three words and I feel wholly portrayed, unimpaired by classification, surprised I at once consider this description very, nearly, aptly complete.
Good. Strong. Beautiful.
