I’ve been thinking about “good people” lately and realized I’ve met three. They do exist.
They were not just kind, wise, brave, funny, and fighting, but somehow simply “good” overall; rather different, but they all shared the ability of taking knives off and out of others’ souls and then just not adding any new ones. Sheer magic.
One has probably died of old age already; one might have gone to war and died there, and the last one is falling asleep on the other side of the bed as I’m typing. But still—only three people I would describe exactly so.
I’ve been thinking about “good people” lately and realized I’ve met three. They do exist.
They were not just kind, wise, brave, funny, and fighting, but somehow simply “good” overall; rather different, but they all shared the ability of taking knives off and out of others’ souls and then just not adding any new ones. Sheer magic.
One has probably died of old age already; one might have gone to war and died there, and the last one is falling asleep on the other side of the bed as I’m typing. But still—only three people I would describe exactly so.