Sharing the Important Things

After a long conversation with a fellow in the neighborhood, I come running to my keyboard to write about the disjointed thoughts it evoked. What it is about this blog that makes it the right medium? Or is it? Honestly, I don’t know. It just seems that way.

A man and woman, or perhaps young girl, crossing a long suspension bridge across mountains, with endless pine trees beneath.  It looks as though they could almost reach their feet down to brush the tops.  I found this wonderful image on Life of Pix!

It seems as though this spot is the one that allows for different levels of communication at once, which is how the conversation felt as well. Such an interesting person who has lived many lives, which brought out my curiosity, but also wariness.

It is worth noting when one gets to talk with another who is honest about how they are feeling in the world that very moment. I’ve found that quality to be a rare one: the attention span, capacity, to be with the person you’re with, in the place you’re at. It may matter that he doesn’t watch much television (unlike me! :), and isn’t addicted to his phone.

Our conversation touched on how strange it is to be reinventing one’s life after being so sure of course early on. We’re both like fish used to brackish waters with one eye toward the lively sea, but conversation nonetheless has a habit of “Dance or don’t dance?, Drink or don’t drink?, Films?”

Underneath everything, a fierce guarding of the individual freedoms worked and sacrificed toward.

And that’s where it keeps ending, now several meetings in, over the course of the last few years. 🙂 He probably thinks he knows a lot about me, because one picks up a lot residing in the same building for a while, but almost always I walk away feeling that I’ve ultimately shared very little.

And that the things I leave out are pretty important things.


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