There is time where I encountered strangers for a brief moment. Be it in a bus, in camping ground or on the street. It was a brief moment in my life history. They were brief and there was no other meeting. They had an impact on my life. My mind opened up a little more and I saw another way of thinking. It is added to my life experience. I wonder if I meet them more often, will it have the same meaning? It is also amazing to meet them at least once. How it came to be? Mere chance or being at the right time at the right place?
Of course, I could have use those encounter in my writing. I haven't done so. Are they still alive? Is this important to meet them again? Will be a good thing to meet them again? I don't think so. That one meeting is special in itself. Even if I would had liked having other meetings with those strangers, I feel it would loose the fascination I got during those moments. I also have outgrown what I learned then.
Will I get some use from those meetings? Maybe but it is not now. There isn't any hurry in that.
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