Sit With Me From Time to Time
A new year dawned. A time for new beginnings, but even still, he didn’t know where to begin.
Its not about designating a certain ‘time’ to begin living a life of purpose. He had already decided to do that. The problem for him stemmed from not knowing how to begin making that difference. To live as he had lived before was all he had known.
Was he supposed to go out more, now? Volunteer more? Sit and talk with random people more? All of those are good starts, yes, but how do you just do that? What nobody told him in all of the books he read was that he was going to have to take that almighty trip outside of his comfort zone.
He had traveled the world; from the Orient to the Iberian coast. He didn’t mind being dropped in new places, surrounded by people who spoke different languages and carried themselves in a different way. That bothered him less. So, why was this different? What could be so difficult about this frontier that lay beyond his comfort zone?
It all gets a little tiring after all. Maybe he doesn’t want a more meaningful life. Maybe he doesn’t want the interactions and conversations and the public displays of affection and all the perks of extroverted life. Maybe, all he wants is for someone to sit with him from time to time, to share in the things he finds beautiful; or maybe he simply wants to give to another that which makes him as unique as any human.
Its not about designating a certain ‘time’ to begin living a life of purpose. He had already decided to do that. The problem for him stemmed from not knowing how to begin making that difference. To live as he had lived before was all he had known.
Was he supposed to go out more, now? Volunteer more? Sit and talk with random people more? All of those are good starts, yes, but how do you just do that? What nobody told him in all of the books he read was that he was going to have to take that almighty trip outside of his comfort zone.
He had traveled the world; from the Orient to the Iberian coast. He didn’t mind being dropped in new places, surrounded by people who spoke different languages and carried themselves in a different way. That bothered him less. So, why was this different? What could be so difficult about this frontier that lay beyond his comfort zone?
It all gets a little tiring after all. Maybe he doesn’t want a more meaningful life. Maybe he doesn’t want the interactions and conversations and the public displays of affection and all the perks of extroverted life. Maybe, all he wants is for someone to sit with him from time to time, to share in the things he finds beautiful; or maybe he simply wants to give to another that which makes him as unique as any human.
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