"I will not
let failure and defeat write the story of my personal history.
Instead, I will
let my life speak the tale of the greater narratives.
Narratives of
those who became great."
My Juliet, Audrey Katsidzira's
on my hit list this week. She's a friend of mine who's not imaginary like most
of them on here are and her influence on me is worthy of bards telling tale of
it accompanied by the music of lyres. Don't tell her this, but I've set in
motion a plot to convert her to my musical sensibilities under the guise of
'just sharing the love'. Very soon she'll be rocking out at death metal concerts
and drinking the blood of cute bunnies. It's going to be great.
I don't see her at
all as much as I want to but she always knows exactly what to say to me. She's
like a sip of refreshing water, is my Juliet. Just watching her live is
inspirational to me. She's a friend whom I consider a role model and a mentor.
She is oh-so beautiful, both physically and spiritually. Her mind is like C.S.
Lewis writes of that of his wife, it's that of a leopard or a panther; quick,
lithe and nimble. She's the sort of person who can put up with and laugh at my shenanigans
but she can put her foot down and keep me in check when the need arises.
Lady Juliet is
without a doubt one of the best people I know and I'm glad of it. She's ahead
of me in terms of things accomplished but not so far that I can't see her
clearly enough to look up to her. She's near enough to give me kind words of
encouragement when I stumble and fall, is gentle Juliet. It's nice to have
friends like her to look up to because their presence is much more real than
that of people you don't actually know.
