I wrote this while sitting at a sidewalk cafe’ yesterday evening. Maybe it was the particularly friendly waiter I had, the draw I felt towards the people passing by, or maybe it was just the bourbon…
No matter what it was, I thought I’d share.
There’s a solidarity I feel with people around town.
A union of souls as we pass one another on the street.
We’re all essentially experiencing the same things.
The sun is bearing down on us in the same way.
The wind is blowing my hair at the same velocity as theirs.
We’re all either getting bumped along by the crowd
basking in a leisurely stroll down the sidewalk.
On a larger scale, we’re connected on a human level.
We all know what it feels like to love.
To ache with loneliness,
to desire a path for our lives that has purpose.
We all desire a degree of happiness, contentment.
We are seeking to be seen and heard.
At the core of every person, I believe we’re pleading for people to see us.
To REALLY see us.
Eager to share our stories.
Because, all we want is for someone to know everything and approve of us anyway.
There are certainly those who may be more guarded.
Who may not think they want to share.
But, it’s my belief that those individuals possess the same desire.
They’ve simply allowed the fear of rejection,
or possibly, the memory of rejection to prevent them from remaining open.
Yes, we may only be passing on the street.
Often we’re not even going to make eye contact.
But, by-golly sometimes it takes me a little extra effort to not reach out and grab their hand.
with love and strangers on the sidewalk,