This world is always crowded no matter when you board it or
from where you board it. But among this crowd are individuals who are just
there as unaware of someone’s presence as themselves, unaware of the fact that
they are composed of same molecular structure, filled with same emotions that
are simple yet utterly complex, distanced by ambitions and brought together by
a common sense of fear.
And from these people a stranger would come one day to
change your whole idea of happiness and rescue you to a more fragile yet serene
world. And that my friend will be when you know you are doomed.
It isn’t surprising to be attracted to someone on the metro
or someone in traffic fixing their hair or someone waiting in line to grab
their first coffee of the day. What is more surprising is that that people fail
to acknowledge their feelings, they pretend that such things are a just a form
of lecherousness and are deemed to be thus shameful. But you never know that
the person next to you could become the best of your friend or a partner in
crime (literally) or your dog’s worst nightmare. You wouldn’t know because you
would be too scared to approach or be marked as bothering or ridiculous
individual or may even be ridiculed at. The only reason why humans are
different from animals is that they have a more refined form of communication.
So why not use it? Why not tell that woman that her hairdo is making her face
more beautiful? Say things that you mean otherwise don’t say at all. Say good
things because our speech has magic in it. It can make someone’s day and there
is no greater happiness in seeing someone else happy. If you don’t like
something don’t talk about it but if it is bothering you be polite and gentle
for humans are impressionable and you do not know what happens to people behind
closed doors. There is incredible amount of warmth in a stranger’s kindness and
that is the only gift you could possibly give to others.
This is what a state of oblivion is. We have so much to do,
most of what we aren’t even sure about and still no time for anything. If only
we could see others as tales and untold stories of hate, love, passion, crime
and every other emotion; maybe then we would realize how amazing or how
terrifying the world is from other’s eyes. Maybe someday. Someday, when we
would understand ourselves better and look beyond the comfort of our private
zones. Maybe. Someday, maybe.
