My friend, Jonathan, only hangs out with “good people”.
He tells me,
that good people take ownership of their lives.
Not just the accolades, but the mountains of shit it takes to get there too
and he tells me that good people aren’t afraid to be vulnerable;
aren’t afraid to be real; to be honest.
that they wear their heart on their sleeves,
even when it’s not in fashion …
ESPECIALLY, when it’s not in fashion.
It’s these people he welcomes into his life and loves them radically.
They are his inner circle as it were;
His trusted group of friends.
His chosen family.
His good judys
I’ve simply never met a man like Jonathan, who’s reckless love welcomes you in immediately.
He can’t hold you at arms length AND embrace you at the same time,
so before walls are built,
Before defences are raised,
He pulls you in.
Holds you close.
And sure he’s been hurt before;
covered in scars.
which is to say that blind trust doesn’t have the greatest aim.
but there’s something I admire about his foolishness,
his willingness to take the leap,
to love without borders.
and I want to believe it’s worth it
because good people …
are hard to come by