I have been thinking a lot lately about how many people there are in the world, and how relatively few we meet. Of
those we meet, how few we actually know anything about, and yet every person we meet has a history, a past, a present, and
a future they are hoping for. It's mnd boggeling and exciting and in a strange way a bit sad that there is no possible
way to know "everything" about "everyone". But then again, would we really want to?
Recently
while traveling I wanted a dvd player in my room. The technician sent to set it up was a middle age man, nothing extrodinary
to look at, but he had a kind face and was easy to talk to. For whatever reason I no longer recall we started talking
about a book I've read recently abuot circus trains, and he had some surprisingly strong opinions about how he guessed those
trains had been portrayed.
I could not resist. I asked more questions. Who was this man? What did
he know, where had he been in his life, I wondered.
While I still don't and never will know where he was born,
how many siblings he had and how many he still talks to, or if he married his high school sweetheart or no one at all, I did
learn he'd been... a circus clown. Wow, huh?
How did he get into the circus? What was it like day to day?
Why did he leave? How did he end up doing what he is doing, where he is doing it, today? Oh so many still unanswered
questions!
But now as I look around, as I walk around, I wonder... who else am I seeing today with pasts, presents,
and futures I could never ever guess? Such an interesting thought!
XO
Wendy
