I love commuting by train and as always I'd have my headphones on while I allowed my eyes and mind wander.
I watched men and women holding on as the train shoved them from left to right like meat on hooks in an abattoir, all standing in shoes of different colours and sizes that tell tales in form of dirt and grime to the meticulous observer; and as I watched I couldn't help but notice one very clean pair.
It belonged to the lady in a wheel chair; and then I wondered what she would give to have them filled with history in form of dirt and grime just like the rest of the people around her. I kept looking down at them as my thoughts and mind spiraled. Then I felt eyes on me, the kind that made the hair on my back brittle and then I looked up to meet her gaze; her eyes glimmering with life and a smile that told tales of happiness beyond the borders of my thoughts that my curiosity wanted to drink from. My thoughts about her situation melted away and it dawned on me that I had created images of a life she wasn't part of from my own perspective.
How often do we judge others, create inferences, shun positivity in our lives, fail at and stop short of the truth based on imagined interjections we create?
I suppose its human nature to create some reasoning out of the supposed unreasonable, as an effort in trying to understand.
So give yourself a chance to experience before creating situations that hinder you from living. Create memories that outlast your mortality; blessings abound..