Class.
How to define it. What does it look like.What does it feel like. It is such an elusive quality. It is not tangible. It is not money. It is not fancy. At least it doesn't have to be.
It seems that there is a subtle quality to it.
Class.
There is a quietness to it. A strength in it but not overbearing.
Class.
It is appreciating the frailty of others. It is giving each other a break. It is understanding the imperfection in us all. It is admitting our own
imperfection. It is not taking advantage of others. It is being honest when no one else will ever know or even care.
It is being true to yourself simply because that is how you want to live your story.
Class.
I know a few folks that have it. What a joy to spend time with them.
Class.
An ageless experiment.