I think of a persons life is in a way like a stew.
It’s a big melting pot of meat, vegetables, herbs, and spices.
What I don’t get is how come I’m always told that I’m that almighty ‘SEASONING SALT”?
How can so many people see the good in me when I can’t myself?
People generally like me for my “BE MYSELF, LIVE OR DIE< FRIENDS BEFOR E MYSELF, TELL YOU WHAT I THINK, OPINIONATED, KNOCK YOU DOWN A FEW PEGS, FUCK YOU ALL CAUSE WE’RE THE SAME ANYWAY” attitude.
Truth is I think they like me cause I say things they can’t or won’t, because they’re afraid.
My norm is to stand against the grain, side with the unwanted even if there is no common ground, and to make sure that for what it’s worth the unjust of this world get told to at least a few people everyday.
The truth is, I wish I could be some of you reading this, I wish I could have certain cares, desires, wants, and needs, but unfortunately those I do have I generally keep to myself.
So to all of you who may pass through my lifetime I thank you for being the “SEASONING SALT” in my “LIFE’S STEW” because you made my life worth living and a lot easier to handle the taste in my mouth every morning when I wake.
