Today, I walked into work with my quartz necklace, prayer hands shirt, and a calm mind. I saw a man making beaded bracelets in the store, a random man off the street. I went over to see what his story was, and I gained a new mantra, meaning for life, and outlook on humanity. He was traveling and started making beaded bracelets after his brother had died by Suicide. He started working with hospice patients, and decided to live everyday like someone in hospice: with complete clarity of our morality and willingness to complete a journey. We talked and I mentioned my Van Gogh tattoo, and he lit up because he too, loved Van Gogh. He considered himself to be like him: wanting to create beauty in an unaccepting world. After he took pictures of the bracelets for a story he was writing, I asked to send it to me. 2 hours later, I was blessed with the story. A day in NYC.
I’m striving to be more like Gili. Aware, living, and loving. Every person has a story. Every person can have an impact. And everybody can transform, but only if we protect this Earth and pick up 18 pieces of trash.