I was sitting next to her, the lifeguard at the pool where my kids swim. She put her finger on my knee and pulled on the piece of string that is hanging off the hole in my jeans. “Doesn’t that bother you?” She asked.
“No. I don’t even notice it.”
Because I don’t.
I don’t mind the fray, and in fact, I kind of like it.
I like that torn piece with the strings dangling; I think it gives my jeans some character.
I like the fray.
I like you. And I like loose ends and missing puzzle pieces.
Life is splotchy art, and I think it’s interesting and curious and painful and beautiful.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” -Oscar Wilde