Good people
With the look thirsty, one looks to every corner of the outside world, the beating heart shows us that there is something more than the breeze and foliage out there… something else is always what makes us breathe and floods us with a strange but full joy of living.
We are so overwhelmed by the delicious, even briefly, anticipation of what comes next. The soul rushes on the steps again, we can admire the beauty. But after all that beauty passes, what do we get? And You? Who are You, after all that, inundate us with love and hate. Maybe you want us to see both sides. Heaven and Hell? Or is it hell and heaven? Hate and Love. How do you expect then that we can navigate thru such contrasted ocean?
How many people passed me by of which, so worthy of love, I had to say goodbye. How much good we found? And how difficult the announced departure.
Whenever someone asks me of what kind of people is done, after all, this world, I’ll answer always safe and never shaking. Good people. If there are bad? Absolutely. But the world is made by the good people.
Ah, how many times I was greeted with a smile. And many others I had to come away with the same simple, yet accomplice, smile. For you … that have walked around and showed just when I needed … everything! For you, somewhere, anywhere, I’ll be smiling inside.
So is a bit like … I do not know … but that i admire and respect you (the good anonymous) … no doubt that …