Trinkets

I love the romantic implication of carrying things in my wallet, beyond credit cards or identification: a photo of a happy moment, a note with a reminder on it, the smallest most portable sentimentality possible. Currently there are two things of value in my wallet (they aren’t from a bank), tucked in amongst the blends of foreign currencies and insurance cards, a photo of my sister and I on her wedding day, and a very simple note I wrote at 2 am on a small piece of paper. It is written boldly in sharpie on thick heavy paper and quite honestly, I’ve rarely glanced at it since writing it, but I always know it’s there. You could call it my ethos, my guiding principle, my mantra, whatever the hell you like. I prefer to just think of it as something nice, a small reliable glimmer of hope in a world that often feels heavy. I’m not going to tell you what these word mean to me, or how I use them, I’m simply going to give them to you to do with them what you will, even if that is to leave them on this page and never let them cross your mind again:

“The universe will keep being the universe, and the stars will keep being the stars, and I will keep chipping away at eternity one little good deed at a time, hoping to make that eternity brighter for us all spinning in it.”

I hope you find passion and calm amongst the storms of this world. I hope the paths before you are exciting and feel full of adventure with possibilities stretching to the horizon. I hope you feel joy, and pain, and every emotion you can squeeze out of existence, but most of all, I hope you find peace.

-Fitz