If I stare at anyone long enough I swear I could fall in love with them. I love the way people look when they don’t realize they’re being watched. Innocent and vulnerable like they’ve never known heartache.
I love the shape of everyone. The way their backs and waist move into their hips. The way clothes hang from them in a way that’s completely unique. I like to watch and see what causes people to light up or spend time curious about why they’re not lighting up at all.
I like to ask myself why they chose what to wear and what it must offer them in comfort or in confidence. I like to wish the best for people and make uninformed guesses about what that may be for them.
I’ve wondered before about what I’d find interesting about myself or the people dearest to me if they were strangers.
I think if I were watching my love I’d be mesmerized by his eyes and how abruptly boyishly handsome he is. I’d love the way he seemed kind and thoughtful. How he seems to go out of his way to make people feel good or seen. I’d see his nerves in the way he holds his arms sometimes and I’d find that charming.
If I were watching myself I’d probably love the small of my waist and how I seem to rest my hands there. I’d like the way I smiled at people, like they’re the entire world. I’d be curious about what I’m writing in my journal all the time and why I’m always making eye contact with strangers.
I listened to a podcast once about a person who observed a stranger for a long period of time. Their lives never intertwined but, they were in each others proximity for several years. She spoke of how there was this girl out there not even knowing that someone is rooting for her.
I guess I’m just trying to say, there’s someone out there rooting for you. Someone who wants to see you succeed. Someone who wants to know that you’re going after the greatest joys of your soul.
Take a moment and ask yourself what you can do to live your best life possible and know that you have a cheering section to back you up!