Life is a kaleidoscope of colour and texture. It is filled in and mixed up by the people that we meet and the experiences that we share. Stories that take us outside our own lives and invite us into other parallel worlds can be the ways in which we live and learn about life.
Actual living is relative and subjective, and the social interaction that we have with other people can add to the myriad of colour that make up the complicated versions of individual lives.
I believe that there are great stories to be told and I am going to attempt not be so inward and narcissistic in the future. Other peoples lives are much more interesting than mine is.
In conversation tonight with a man, I listened to his philosophy on life. He is a true poet (although he has no real idea of his eloquence or the simple beauty of his words and how he relays them.) He has suffered hardship and addiction and has found his way through. His honesty hit me like a bomb. He is stripped of all falseness and pretence. There was no boasting of how he recovered, just a searing honesty of how he lives his life now and how he sees the “inside” of people who he can relate to because of his previous addiction.
He prescribes no solution to people that he meets as equals, he just relates his own experience, and speaks eloquently and coherently about finding his own way. He searches out the joy and goodness that he believes lies at the core of all human beings, and he acknowledges that this is the way that simply works for him. He believes that most people are kind and loving although they may have lost their way, and he tries to “tap” into that inner core in his exchanges with people. He looks you straight in the eye. He owns his feelings and beliefs.
I looked straight back and found myself in awe of this man and his direct gaze. If I wasn’t honest in my own exchange I would have had to look away, such was his gentle power.
When meeting people in social settings I believe that we are conditioned to behave in a particular manner. We chat, exchange pleasantries, and rarely disclose matters that are of importance to us if the people that we meet are strangers.
This man did not observe the “rules” and I am so thankful that he didn’t. I will remember this encounter and sincerely hope that I will meet this wonderful man again someday.
Life can make you look again more closely when you least expect it in the most humblest of settings. Is this how destiny is shaped?