Today I went out for dinner, it was someone’s birthday. The mood was happy and all the people were fine. We went to a Chinese restaurant. Everyone was laughing and drinking, relishing the atmosphere and the food. It all seemed perfect. I looked further, I was forced by my own being, even though I did not want to.
There was a cook behind one of the grills. He was old, between the age of 40 and 50, maybe even older. This was his job and this was his life. And he was busy and he cooked and he cooked well. But all the while people were waiting on their food and he smiled at them as he served it to them, I could see his true being.
There were moments of calm. He was silent and his face was sad. I could see that this was not how he pictured his life. But he was here and he was of age, there was no changing. He had to survive and he had to accommodate himself. I saw it clearly and no one else saw it as they were all happy and eating their food and relishing the moment. I saw it all and it pained me into the depths of my soul. I saw it, but I did not want to see it.
A human soul was so open without speaking or without showing. I saw it, it was there. It was out in the open and it was clear.
I have noticed this more and often recently. I have seen it before but I had never been conscious about it. But now, I have become conscious, and I often wish that it wasn’t so. The world is filled with trouble and seeing it all is too much for any one single person to handle. The evening continued, everyone was happy and the cook eventually went home, so did we.
At home, the mood was still fine, but there was something else in the air. I could sense it. There were things unspoken. People starting leaving and there were only a few of us left. I spoke and I spoke true. I spoke of what was unspoken and the conversation took over. The pain that was not spoken of surfaced and it felt good to hear it spoken of, seeing people face their fears and understand that change was coming. It was a heavy conversation and it was not easy but it had to be done. I opened and steered the conversation without anyone realizing it, it felt good, and it felt heavy.
The evening ended with people feeling lighter and something to think about. I had changed something, but I was still blind as always to my own problems and existence. Time will allow me to learn but it is short and then it is no longer there.
Does anyone understand? Has anyone experienced this? How do you handle this, what is your vision on your place in existence?
There was a cook behind one of the grills. He was old, between the age of 40 and 50, maybe even older. This was his job and this was his life. And he was busy and he cooked and he cooked well. But all the while people were waiting on their food and he smiled at them as he served it to them, I could see his true being.
There were moments of calm. He was silent and his face was sad. I could see that this was not how he pictured his life. But he was here and he was of age, there was no changing. He had to survive and he had to accommodate himself. I saw it clearly and no one else saw it as they were all happy and eating their food and relishing the moment. I saw it all and it pained me into the depths of my soul. I saw it, but I did not want to see it.
A human soul was so open without speaking or without showing. I saw it, it was there. It was out in the open and it was clear.
I have noticed this more and often recently. I have seen it before but I had never been conscious about it. But now, I have become conscious, and I often wish that it wasn’t so. The world is filled with trouble and seeing it all is too much for any one single person to handle. The evening continued, everyone was happy and the cook eventually went home, so did we.
At home, the mood was still fine, but there was something else in the air. I could sense it. There were things unspoken. People starting leaving and there were only a few of us left. I spoke and I spoke true. I spoke of what was unspoken and the conversation took over. The pain that was not spoken of surfaced and it felt good to hear it spoken of, seeing people face their fears and understand that change was coming. It was a heavy conversation and it was not easy but it had to be done. I opened and steered the conversation without anyone realizing it, it felt good, and it felt heavy.
The evening ended with people feeling lighter and something to think about. I had changed something, but I was still blind as always to my own problems and existence. Time will allow me to learn but it is short and then it is no longer there.
Does anyone understand? Has anyone experienced this? How do you handle this, what is your vision on your place in existence?