When I was a kid, there was person I thought I knew quite well. I was seeing that person every day, exchanging pleasantries, even knew a lot of family details, that maybe I really didn’t have any business knowing, especially at that age…but people are people, and they don’t always make the wisest decisions…
I liked this person a lot. It may have been the mystery surrounding this person, maybe the fact that nobody really had much to say about this person, good or bad. Just a neutral type of personality, more inclined toward the nice and quiet. I thought that I was going to grow up and be something like that, too. That seemed cool. Funny how we make our life decisions when we are kids…to my defense, a good friend of mine wanted to be a bus driver, for the same reason I wanted to become this person I admired so much…it seemed interesting. He has a great mind and is now CEO of a large company somewhere in the world, so he did come to his senses eventually it seems.
With the years passing, there was less and less interaction with this person, and eventually I moved to the other end of the world, and lost track altogether. Didn’t even think about the whole thing for years, until recently, when the wind carried some wisdom on a hot afternoon… “life is too short, anyway! have some fun. indulge”… You know how sometimes you’re just in the right place at the right time? Of course you do, except most of the times, for most people is the opposite, but we will not discuss that issue now. A wave of memories flooded my mind and the fragrance of old times filled the air. And then it all came back. When I was a kid I saw this person every day, but time passed and I lost track.
And then, a long time ago, someone wrote me a letter…yes, letter, with words on paper…letting me know that this person, that I had such fond memories about, had faded quietly into eternity. How did I forget that part? Was it because I had such fond memories? Was it because this person was so mysterious to my puerile mind that the only thing allowed to be kept alive was this foggy image and a lot of warmth in my heart? Could it be that sometimes we create our own reality, thus making our own memories, far from the truth, but true to our hearts?
Many questions today. You don’t need to answer. But in memory of this mysterious person that I once knew, who wasn’t really close to me, but was close enough to leave a mark, offer a smile and kind word to someone tomorrow. You never know, you may be someone’s unsung hero, and they will never even realize it… until it’s too late for both of you to get to know each other. Life is too short indeed. Find a corner in your heart that is filled with sweet and calm memories, and soak your brain in it. It’ll get numb, quiet….and happy. Indulge.