Good person(s)

This morning, while walking to work, I passed by this guy who said “I’m a good person” to nobody in particular. And I thought this was so great and admirable. I mean, I wish I had the confidence to say that. Maybe it should be my new mantra and if I repeat it each time I catch my mind wandering, I will gradually become a good person. And then maybe the next time I pass by this guy, he will say to me “You are a good person.” And I will say, “Thanks. That means a lot to me. I think you’re a good person,  too.” And he might say, “Oh, thanks. But it’s not always true.” And I might say, “I’m sorry you feel that way. I really think you have a lot to offer.” And he might say, “Gosh, it’s so rare that I see things that way.” And I might say, “I imagine you don’t always see yourself as others see you. Because if  you did, just think about how much more confident you’d feel and then you would blossom into an even better person.” And he might say, “Wait. I thought you already said I was a good person.” And I might say, “You are a good person. But I never would have noticed if you did not say it that day we walked past each other. That raised my awareness.” And he might say, “I think you are the most aware person I have ever met.” And I might say, “It sounds like maybe you not have met very many people.” And he might say, “I knew you would say that.” And I might say, “Wow. You’ve got me pegged! I think you are more aware than you give yourself credit for.” And he might say, “Thanks. It’s very kind of you to say that.” And I might leave our conversation with an impression that maybe I am a good person after all. All I needed was a better person to convince  me of that.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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