Now this is graffiti I can dig. I saw this (1) a few weeks ago while out for my daily walk with this fellow (2),
the Bouvier I take out each morning, and managed to bring along my camera today. Glad I did.
Today was a bright and beautiful day. I accomplished much that I set out to do, which makes me feel good, and, AND, I thoroughly cleaned the kitchen.
Early, early this morning (one-something), as I was getting ready to go to bed, a thought came to mind, about a monologue I had written earlier this week. I have taken advantage of the easy tendency for confusion between gold and pyrite, and created a dialogue where a friend tells another that we live in a world of pyrite, which everyone takes to be gold. When, however, someone genuine comes along, though it takes time, eventually people will see that this individual shines a bit brighter than the rest, and that all this while, the greater world has been living in a drab, un-reality.
In truth, I do not remember whether I thought on that, or my friend first, but regardless, I ended up wanting to send a friend a text saying “You’re gold, but you think you’re pyrite.” I contemplated it, and decided not to, as it was one-something A.M, and such an odd thing to say, perhaps coming across as condescending – but, as has been the trend this week, I re-evaluated my decision, chose to take a chance and just send this text. I hoped that it would not be misconstrued, but taken for the expression of faith in this glorious soul that I wanted to express.
An hour or so later, I got a reply:
“Indu, I don’t believe in god, but I believe in angels. You seem to know exactly when to descend into my life. You are a planet in a sky full of stars.”
Suffice to say, I was touched.
People are precious. Don’t be afraid to let them know.