you never see the best….until you see….


I have some pretty great friends.

I don’t see them all that often….most of them, at least….but they’re pretty great.

I guess that some of them know that I notice that.

I suppose some of them don’t.

I’ll have to do something about that.

I should let them know that they matter to me….. more often.

I was thinking the other day about people….and was thinking about how, until you choose to see the best in people, that a lot of the time you never get to see….the best in people.

Not that my efforts…or my “remembered perspective”….is the thing that makes anyone “good”….it’s just that I think that it’s hard for people to relax into their best selves until someone gives them the safety of full appreciation.

Being “appreciated” is a safe place to be.

I should do that with my own family, too.

“Full appreciation”?

I’m too tired most of the time for that kind of monkey business.

“Fond awareness” I can do….but “full appreciation” takes some effort.

And, you know, the “noticing” doesn’t really change anything, anyway.

Sometimes, it’s easy to see the best….sometimes it’s bright and shiny and enthusiastic and happy.

That’s easy when it’s like that.

Sometimes it’s harder to see.

What’s there is there….people have so much good in them all the time….sometimes swimming below the surface of what appears to be a pretty rank pond of anger and self-induced bad vibes and crummy luck.

Sometimes it’s self-induced.

A lot of the time, it’s just sad things that happened to or around us.

Some stuff is hard to carry.

It’s not like noticing is the thing that pulls any goodness to the top of the muddy water, though.

Maybe it’s just hard to see all that hidden goodness until you look with the right eyes?

I have a lot of great friends.

I see the best in them.

And that’s pretty good for me.

It’s fun to hang out with people of such good humor and greatness.

I want things to be good…so, for selfish reasons, I’m learning to see all the good….all the time.

Jenny told me, “Form follows thought.”

Maybe that’s what I’m getting at?

Awww, what the heck? We like the people who like us.

Nothing too tricky about that sentiment.

I like my friends.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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