i like when i notice minor events that correspond well to larger philosophies on life. not because they're profound or anything, but because it makes me feel smart. maybe that's not a good thing, but until someone can explain it to me in an analogy, i refuse to believe it!
the one i saw today was pretty cool. i was walking down the street from work to where i park, which is pretty far away, and i saw two people crossing a street. one was a young, well dressed, black man. he had on nice gray slacks and a very purple shirt. for some reason black dudes can pull this off waaay better than i can. the other was an older, very possibly homeless, white woman. she had on what seemed to be old boxer shorts, a dingy orange old navy performance fleece, slippers that i cannot recall a description of, and a yellow toothbrush in her hand. the two were crossing the same street at the same time, going in the same direction.
he was male, she was female. he was black, she was white. he was young, she was old. he had nice clothes, she had a toothbrush.
at first i thought this was pretty funny. then i thought about it more, and realized; yes, it's funny, but it's also an interesting commentary on life. no matter who we are, or what we're doing, we're all just people going somewhere. we may be very different, but we are traveling at the same time, going in the same direction.
(there should probably be more to this post, but i'm lazy, tired, and new at this. plus, no one reads it anyway!)
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that sounds like a neat picture. it makes me wonder where they were each going though.
See, I look past "where" they're going and see where they're going to end up. Regardless if he makes a gillion dollars that day and she is lucky to find a half-eaten bowl of lime salsa raman, in the end it's all meaningless (if I can appropriately steal that phrase from Ecclesiastes). They'll both die; no avoiding that. He may leave his family a little better off. Her family may not even know she existed, or ceases to exist. Instead, you realize it doesn't matter how they got where, when they got there, why they chose to go there, or what they did when they got there. It's all about the Who. Without the Who, the rest is just a half-eaten bowl of lime salsa raman.
Talk to you soon, man. -Micah
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