Mental conversations for me run long and lengthy. Of course I have no
idea how long the average person sits and talks to himself or even if
they do but I assume my internal banter becomes a little long winded.
They always seem to take a question and answer format as if in a great
debate in front of some unseen audience. Each member straining to here
every word. Each answer the deciding factor between life and death. The
questions remain the same. The answers are ever changing.
This
thing called life. Confusion becomes the order of the day. Every day
becomes a different insight into just how little we know. I sat today
and tried to look at life from the perspective of a complete stranger.
Is my blue your blue or is it just a shade bluer? Are my tears more
painful or do you cry harder? Does my heart and yours beat in tandem?
Are we dancing to the same rhythm?
I saw people and imagined
their stories. Simple things changed what I saw. Words and actions, even
the minutest aspects of them, affected the image quite greatly. One
moment I was seeing an old woman who was struggling to fend for her
family, the next I was seeing an old trickster conning an individual.
One moment I was looking at a pastor, the next I was looking at a man
weighed down by his own beliefs. And so on. The examples were numerous. I
wondered whether my seeing them had changed their path. Their destiny.
Did it have any impact on them? Any on mine?