Every person I meet is not going to be important in my life. If only one is, then I should chance it, explore it, consider – maybe this one. Or that one. I’m not without friends or clients. I seem to have more than I used to. Some come, some go, some stick around.
When we find him. Find her. Find partners, find collaborators, find customers, find friends, find lovers, how do we know? Choosing better? Trying more?
Maybe we are all a little lost …
Might find them spinning globes, spinning our chair – watching someone new enter some room, or crossing our street. People show up, situations show up – each silently posing: pick me?
If I think I’m choosing better that would be delusion. I know I’m still – always – drawn to quiet types with big brains. People who’ve had troubles, often severe, who’ve struggled through. Not a judgment of character necessarily, but a measure of tolerance and perseverance. People who show up people who stick around even when things blow up.
Looking for understanding is sometimes so easy, like standing on a corner waiting for a bus to crash through a puddle – throwing cold wet reality on our face. We look with microscopes, with binoculars – we look up close, we use Google earth, and still understanding eludes us. Eludes me. Not always. But often.
How do we know if we are ready? Worthy?
I think we just know …
Sometimes in an hour.
Sometimes, takes a few years longer …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: -16C(-22C wind-chill)/3F, clear, frigid breeze from the south (that’s odd), Gusta enjoyed the romp and realized I wasn’t dressed warmly enough – or maybe I’m just getting used to this seasonal shift (5 days till solstice)