✨I originally wrote that as an fb post✨

People are beautiful,

As much as I would like to convince myself otherwise, perhaps to justify pressing play on yet another netflix series, or texting ” sorry, I totally forgot I have that thing” To the other thing I am dodging, ( needless to say there is no “thing”) , or slipping one foot back in my pyjama pants one second after taking it off all while checking the whatsapp messages of friends sharing photos of what I’m missing out on.. but I simply can’t

Because people are..They truly are beautiful..

Now some are assholes, but maybe beautiful assholes?🤷🏻‍♀️ some are mean, some are cruel, some ,like me, are rude..

But we’re digressing here, this post is about people and how beautiful they are, so let me try and validate this epiphany I had by telling you where it came from. This is what happened with me in the past 24 hrs:

1. A complete stranger posted something I related to on facebook some time ago, I wrote to her, she wrote back. We shared few lines, we met yesterday, we went for a walk, a sunset walk that lasted 3 hours..I can easily say I’ve known her forever, except I don’t know her at all. I would complete some of her stories, she would know how some of mine ended, we laughed, we screamed, we wouldn’t stop talking, and we both stated the same thing at first ” I’m not much of a talker”

2. I spent most of the day this morning in a coffee shop finishing one long ass to do-list. This guy came over and said Hi. So this guy was someone I knew some years back, I loved his character and energy. He was bubbly and him and this other awesome human created a passion project I was an instant fan of. I was always excited to meet them, help in any way I can. One time a good friend of mine told me to be aware of this guy, for he said few bad things about me. Anyway, I never crossed paths with him again, but I always wondered what gives people right to be total dickheads to us behind our backs?

Back to this guy, so he said hey and he said that, for some reason, he keeps thinking of that night when he sort of said meaningless things about me and he truly regrets it. He just wanted to tell me that, though it’s been years, for me to understand that what happened was just stupid and wrong. I looked at him, I was smiling all the time, I stood up, I took few steps forward, I hugged him, he said lets meet sometime, I said ok.

3. An old man sat next to me on the couch, he was sipping on his coffee, looking at his phone. I was on a writing streak when he asked ” Tu parles francais?” I said no but I understand. He said english then? Yes I said.

“which university do you go to ? Ok, off record, that’s by far the most flattering question of all:). I told him I used to go to college, but that was 13 years ago ( that really hit me when I said it! 13 years? Oh Crap!) Then he asked if I was married, I said no. He said no? Engaged? No. His face grew wider, happier somehow. His next question was: I am T., would you be my friend?

I couldn’t answer..I gave half a smile. “What a weird thing to ask a person,” I thought to myself.

He went on to say:” My wife and I, we’re not happy. I never loved her, we’ve been married for 27 years”. I found myself asking:” Why didn’t you get a divorce?”. He said quickly: “I promised my son I won’t. I am keeping my promise. I am honoring his wish. He died, he was 19 years old”. He then proudly started showing me on his phone things he did in his son’s memory, and answered all my questions with excitement. What a beautiful beautiful young man his son was. How loving and courageous, how handsome and funny, how he bravely fought cancer for 10 years, how he spent the last month of his life without sight but with a lot of laughter, a lot of love.

We talked about many things, I was able to draw the complete timeline of his life, and the last story he told was about his brother.

“He’s 72, my brother” he said, “and he just got married”. I asked if it was his second marriage or perhaps 3rd. ” This is his first marriage” Mr. T said..

I was stunned, I asked how old his trophy wife is, and here comes another shock..She’s 70.

I then laughed: ” Oh what a relief, I still have like 38 more years to find true love”. Mr. T Laughed too. He told me :”You know, they’ve been friends for 40 years”.

I looked at him and said: “Oh now I get it, that’s why you’re looking for a friend”

He smiled.

” I hope to meet you again, I will leave now, have a great day Safa ”

People are beautiful, some are broken, some are scared, some have wounds that don’t heal, some carry burdens on their shoulders for years, some live with guilt, some drown themselves in misery, some live in the yesterday, some live in the “What if”, some live in the “maybe tomorrow”, some even live in “perhaps in another world”.

Some procrastinate longer than they should, Some take singing lessons in their 60s, Some buy flowers to their 80 year old neighbor who lives alone, some compromise, some think they compromised, some are anxious, some are depressed, some are at peace with themselves, some don’t know what they want, some don’t know their capacities, some are in love, some are heartbroken, some are broke, some are turning dreams to realities, some write, some don’t express themselves, some inspire, some lift weights at 6:00 am, some don’t have the energy to leave their beds, some love the world, some love no one.

No matter what “Some” you belong to at the moment, know you are beautiful.

You are.

You are.