A panic attack from the Vietnam vet, thirty
years on – just the smells of the cooking
from the takeaway restaurant took him across
oceans and back several costume changes and
many more haircuts – and he was curled up
on the footpath crying at the rotten thoughts
that fresh, sweet smell brought with it.
When you pass someone in the street, never
will you know the horrors of their life. Unless
of course they’ve let you in. And even then,
there is a chance that some of it was never
true – or even more of a chance that the work
is still to be done; that you will have doors to
unlock. It’s never as clear cut as you think.
Walk without judgment, speak with kindness.
Treat people as if they have just told you they
have one year left to live. Don’t remain stuck
on what you once were or who you used to be,
just give of yourself in this moment but don’t
judge. Doubt arrives on its own, carrying the
heaviest of overcoats. Prepare for bad weather.