The Shy Person Who Thought

Each day, I pass by many people. They are all walking somewhere too as I walk to my own destinations. These people are alone and comfortable on their own tracks. I greet one, and in a few instants we become the best of friends. This is possible because there are so few before me who have laid footsteps for me to follow.

Because the rarity of my actions brings value to my actions. I understand this. These people have tireless thoughts to relay. The places they are walking towards. The places they’ve walked to before. The destinations, having changed by time. The numerous roads not taken.

I know my worth. I do not bother; I offer relief. This is how little events create friendships. Intimate friendships of a lifetime.

A shy person imagines many things. This shy person, in any parallel world, may have imagined these same things through the same day. This shy person, in any parallel world, may have seen the same people walk by and bothered only but one of them.

And as it played out, in this alternate world, the world of a daydreamer, new best friends were made.

But, today, a shy person passes by many people and greets not one of them for all are strangers.

In a world of shy people.

October 27, 2009 at 6:38 pm | Reflections | No comments

Refocus

I kept opening the doors and finding dead ends. That’s how I played it all out in my head. I realize now I never opened any doors, for I had kept them all shut.

A blurry camera does not take good pictures. But, we don’t call cameras blurry; we call pictures blurry.

I was always the one who made the work, but the work was itself.

I wrote a word on the wall. I wrote another word on the wall. In a few moments, I had my sentence. “I am about to open this door,” said the sentence. Paradoxically, I stared at the sentence I had created.

The sentence was not a lie. So long as it was constantly reread, the about-to-ness was renewed, and so I could reread forever that sentence which I had writ.

That sentence was not blurry. It was crisp to the edges and fully legible.

October 18, 2009 at 8:59 pm | Reflections | No comments

One Sitting

Start now, it says
Start now, not later.

I will start.
And I do.
And I still do.
And I keep do.

And I watch my watch,
Finally.

No worries, it lies,
The will is timeless.

Tomorrow I will start.
Tomorrow I do.
Tomorrow I don’t.

October 15, 2009 at 8:18 pm | Poetry | No comments

Backspace

Internet chatting is not the same as face to face conversation.

This is a truth which all newbies, to either world(though help come to those for whom internet chatting is the first), learn quickly.

Backspace is a convenient key.

Those who strive to guard themselves from regret learn quickly that passiveness is its truest precedent.

I had typed more words in this article, but I backspaced them out.

Now, empty, I ponder and wonder.

If those lost words were truly worth the extra keystrokes.

September 7, 2009 at 8:12 pm | Reflections | No comments