Four words from a ghost in the wind.

Written 2012 edited today-

What kind of person leaves gum on the sidewalk, I don’t know them, I don’t know their history but the sheer odds for me to step on this piece of discarded waste is astronomical, just thinking about it would send the butterfly effect through a loop and it would end up as some movie made by warner brothers, but as I grabbed the business card of a prospecting client out of my wallet to scrape this purple piece of perforated crap from my shoe a thought hit me, what else has a story and who would tell them. Isn’t that the problem with life we all just want someone to tell our story, for most it’s a child that you nurture to adulthood, some just confined in a friend, but most of the time it’s a random stranger that you meet in a strange crossing of paths, all of this happens due to one thought, “who is going to tell my story”, we contemplate this thought each day we live and breathe in this world. Even now when you think of it you have had this happen before or you were the one who was the storyteller, it is kinda funny how you and I don’t know this person any more than the piece of gum stuck to my shoe yet there is some fundamental part of our brain that wants to confide in strangers or give them a second to hear them out. Even though I’m calling you out I can’t blame you I love talking to people and hearing their story, it’s like expanding your horizons, seeing an unseen side of the billions of face that you scan and forget yet the moment you know a story of an individual they stick out like a beer in the fridge, you always know its there and its ready to drink whenever you need it.I often ask myself why the hell do you remember this stuff and what purpose do you have for keeping it in that thick skull of yours, well, frankly, I don’t know, there is no point to me knowing why you’re getting on the bus or why your buying five copies of the same DVD, I just want to hear your story, it helps both me and you, on one side you feel I’m invested and on the other I get to meet and see the real you. More times than I can think people around me have just given me time that they will never get back just to help me talk about what I’m getting through and it all starts with “hey, how’s it going”, hell friendships have started this way and a lot of them have lasted to this day, now that I think of it I’m even dating one of those conversations. This is where truth lies, yes I misspelled that for a reason because in these situations both truth and lies live in the same words, this person could be spitting out more lies than a politician or they could be pouring their souls out to you, because of this it is both beautiful and scary, a mystery that only you can solve but the clues you need only show when you give clues about yourself. Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying go out and talk to every person you see because you’re asking to be killed, I’m just saying when you’re out walking or driving and you see someone that looks like they are having a bad go at things just stop and say “hey, how’s it going”.

At the end of the day you’re just a peice of gum stuck on the bottom of some ones shoe, until you get out of that comfort zone an help them solve the mystery of you they are just going to scrape you off with their business card and get on with their lives.

Now before i end this, i know this comes across as dribble and none coherent but I wrote this on a day when I was down in the dumps and was completely shut off from the world and it wasn’t until a complete stranger, a hero walking amongst men walked up and said “hey, how’s it going”, this unspoken badass even asked me if I wanted coffee, no he wasn’t hitting on me. Turns out his man was Peter a guy in his late fifties that lost his son to suicide many years ago, he was just walking to get lunch on his break from work and saw me there looking a little worse for wear and wanted nothing more than to hear my story, not to feel go for himself, or to have a story to post on facebook, it was just to do the one thing that can save anyone at any time, TALKING ABOUT IT. So if you’re struggling with depression, anxiety, self-doubt or any one of the million things that can get a person down it only takes four words to help that person through their day.

Kind regards