Life is a theory full of hypotheticals and possibilities; an equation whose answers are infinite; and a battleground we soldier thru to fight for the things of beauty. Most things and people are broken but fractals are amazing. We take a little of everything— the joys and pangs to create an honest whole, a flawed perfection and that’s what you are… I am. I love every scar on your soul, because I read once no one can be brave if they’ve only had wonderful things happen to them.
“Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.” —Charles Dickens
I see those wounds and I know “That’s a person who will fight for our friendship to sustain” and no matter what happens in our lives I can count on you for support, nurture, and love. We live in a fickle world often governed by fear and uncertainty. So many rough tides turn up fair weather friends… but not you. Others can count on you when the world is at their back to roll up your sleeves and dig in the trenches. I appreciate you and I’m better for you in my life. You don’t rush to “group” thought and if the crowd went bridge jumping, you’d be somewhere off to the side with me laughing. If you don’t know that or understand your value, it isn’t a reflection of you but that I need to step my game up. See the thing is, my life with have a huge chasm if you weren’t there. You Matter. Plus I don’t know where I’d find another you, you’re pretty damn irreplaceable. Trust me, I looked and knock offs are so fake and unreliable. He was wearing colors and saying he was my brother, definitely was not as intelligent— huge mess! All retarded with defects like the first clones. I found damage control in a bottle of rubbing alcohol and a match though.
I just had a memory as I late night snack. There’s this great pizzeria in Portland, ME called Flatbread Company. Their boxes said “Food is Love.” It’s stuck with me ever since. All the great moments in my life have been across a kitchen table with friends, the intimacy of the moment thinking, “Yes, food is love.” We were laughing, sharing anecdotes, passionately debating, and loving each moment as we drove our points home. Music played in the background, the songs becoming numbers in the soundtrack of our lives… All those familiar faces who one doesn’t have to say anything to, but reveals everything; the smiles; and the sense of kinship. A meal brings it together. It brings together families, allowing children to impress their parents and later lends a sense of security, “Yes I was loved.” Siblings swap memories of kicking each other beneath the table and how mom hated elbows on it and the corny jokes that dad always told- even sneaking to feeding the family pet. Husbands and wives think of the moments of quiet comfort shared over a cup of coffee or those heated moments “before the kids.” Lovers exchange intimate gazes over candlelight or in a restaurant and feel alone, just the two of them as the world becomes a mist that fades away to the background. She watches his face of rapture as a flavorful bite of perfectly seasoned Chateaubriand explodes his taste buds. He looks at her close her eyes in ecstasy as delicate bits of Tiramisu burst into mini pieces of coco richness onto her tongue. In this, they become children of eros— filled with wanton thoughts and desire.
Where does love take over, at the tip of a spoon or fork? Religions and cultures worldwide view breaking bread as an honor. It is a sacred act to share one’s meal with another. A Sukuma Afrikaan prayers involves sprinkling water and flour before meals to the four corners of the Earth:
Facing east: “For our ancestors of the distant past.”
Facing west: “For our recent living dead.”
Facing north: “For our living.”
Facing south: “For our yet unborn.”
I don’t know where love takes over but food transcends and as I learned years ago in a crowded eatery filled with strangers, hipsters, squares, youth, and elderly; different heritages, ethnics, and demographics biting into a slice of Coevolution pizza giggling as I dropped tomatoes with a thread of mozzarella on my chin-
“Food is LOVE.”
I had a conversation with a friend regarding the actions of my current friend, her former friend. They no longer speak…they have lived life in such a manner to ensure their paths did not cross- Their bridge burned. She had recently had information disclosed to her pertaining to negative actions our acquaintance had made. We argued over it awhile. I know who my friend has become, you see. She is not the same girl who made those choices. The woman she is now is not capable of doing those things and willingly hurting another. She has grown from those mistakes and is a better human being for it. I debated with myself, should I say something or leave it alone. The thing is people often enslave others to their perceptions. My friend is always be no good to some individuals. In turn, when she is around them no matter how kind she is they would hold her to that box. She will eventually feel slighted and act on that anger, thus solidifying that image that has been molded of her. I can not say anything to her that may damage her recovery to becoming a beautiful person. How long do we punish others for their mistakes? Why must we cripple and disable them from being good people by throwing their past in their face and reminding them of what they did wrong? I feel saddened. I’ve been in that cage…
We must learn that everyone deserves the opportunity to rise.
People who don’t bend never make for good friends or company.