.....as we pass among ourselves

Sometimes I look at the world, and I really think "All of this is mine to make what I wish". Then other times I think "Shit, what am I making".

You hope that...somehow when its all said and done--someone will be better for it.

But who is this someone? This strange person you have yet to meet. The person who will become your best friend. The person you'll hate at first but grow to like. The person you've hated from the beginning. Who are you? What are you about?

Can I trust you, can I trust myself, can I be loyal to you? How will things end up?

Okay

first, breathe in and out and in and out---and do this so many times until you forget the difference in the exchange. Forget you're breathing. Forget that you're functioning or taking action and just do. Be a machine for one second of your day and allow yourself to work without thinking.

Don't open your mouth--just listen. Listen to the world. The world that has been speaking for so long---the scuttle of squirrels feet as they run past you, below you, above you. Listen to words being generated as they walk by. Listen to silence. Listen to your body, listen to your needs, listen to your wants.

There are so many other wonderful lives around us that we simply walk past. We don't acknowledge them and they return the favor. We drift by each other already cut-off. Already separated by the tiles between us. Smile. Smile at them. Make yourself known---acknowledge that there are lives outside yourself. We know they are there---but to actually recognize them as more than just living--to understand that they have thoughts, however different from your own, that rush across their minds. They have instincts and impulses that they deprive or indulge. They have regrets. They have successes.

To realize that they too are carving out a place for themselves in the now that becomes history....they are making decisions---discovering things about themselves---and maybe, if you're lucky...they are wondering about you.

And maybe that will be the only impact you have on them....maybe you will be their epiphany by simply existing. Perhaps you will be nameless, perhaps you will be that guy on the red bike who changed my life forever. And, yet again, perhaps you won't. Perhaps we'll continue to walk by each other in silence...

just dots on the pages of history will pass between us

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but we'll always have perhaps and maybe. And in those words lays a potential energy; an energy as malleable as the world we are walking in. We can shape them....just as they shape ourselves.

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