Who Knows

Who Knows

I love people watching.

It’s one of my very favorite things to do, especially when I’m killing time
& I had that perfect time, recently, as I was comfortably plopped in an airport, patiently waiting for my plane to arrive.

I’m amused by interactions.
Family
Friends
Loved ones or strangers.
Hellos and goodbyes.
Hurry ups or taking time.
Nervous or seasoned.
awwww
They were all out there for me and my brain to ponder
& I did.
Oh, I did.

I wondered about their lives and their stories.
Why they were there, where they were going … ?
Like that guy.
yeah. that one.
He looked pleasant and relaxed all hunkered down with whatever was humming through his ears 
& that girl.
All worked up and concerned about something or another
& those little kids with their Mom and Dad.
So cute.

hmmmm

So as I was mulling over things and people and such, I’m thinking DANG, there’s sure a lot of human beings in this place.
Coming and going and going and coming
& Every. Single. Everybody. has a very personal tale to tell because they all have this thing called Life going on.
Whether it’s good or bad or busy or lonely or happy or sad or crazy or boring
It’s THEIRS just as sure as my life is mine.

But, I don’t know them, they don’t know me
& I really, truly find that to be incredibly sad.
So many people and no one really knows the other or the other or the other …
yet, we are so quick to lump, to label, to judge, to hate, to assume, to divide.

hmmmm.

One airport. One city.
One Earth
DANG, there sure are a lot of US on this teeny tiny dot in the sky.

You know what ?
I think I’ll stop with the watching and start with the getting to knows instead.

🙂

I Am My Feelings