To a missed connection I've never had... - m4w - 26

Date: 2011-07-20, 10:05AM EDT
Reply to: pers-wt4zk-2503667053@craigslist.org

I am often overwhelmed by this world. This happens anytime I pause and witness it pass by.

One such scenario that always gets me is when I'm waiting in a left turn lane at a busy intersection. I sit there... waiting. I see a mass of cars. I see four directions. I see cars go left. I see cars go right. I see cars go straight. I see cars go towards where I came from. Often those cars come the closest. They are turning left onto the road I just traveled. And so, for a moment as the turn and pass, our driver's seats are no more than 10 feet from one another. I can see their faces. I can see their eyes. And it all hits me like a brick wall: there is a whole life in every single one of all the cars in sight. And in many, there is more than one. And all those pair of eyes have witnessed so much in all their years.

And it is truly amazing to me. We all converge in this one place at this exact time. Our lives have led us all here at this very moment. And we're all ultimately headed down a different road- for reasons ranging from the mundane to the spectacular. One man if off to buy milk and eggs. One woman is off to cheat on her husband. One woman is off to see a movie. One man is off to see his dying father in the hospital. Who knows the truth. Only the people in their own seat and their own shoes. And we are so lost in those individual reasons, that we can forget everyone has their reasons. Everyone has their story. Everyone has their life.

And like when we arrive at that intersection, we're all brought together by a moment. . . any moment... every moment... moments with unfathomable potential. . . moments like right now. . . as the world goes round and round.

To think...
Somewhere, someone has been betrayed.
Somewhere, someone has been saved.
Somewhere, someone has walked into their last breath.
Somewhere, someone has stumbled into their first kiss.
Somewhere, someone has lost their will.
Somewhere, someone has found their hope.
Somewhere, someone has seen their sun set.
Somewhere, someone has felt their sun rise.

And everywhere, everyone woke up today like any other. That's what we have in common. We all live day to day, until the day we don't.

*****
I'm just a little person
One person in a sea
Of many little people
Who are not aware of me

And somewhere, maybe someday
Maybe somewhere far away
I'll find a second little person
Who will look at me and say

"I know you
You're the one I've waited for
Let's have some fun."

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