When they talk, LISTEN

I always like to meet new people. Always. And better, it is far more interesting and far more fruitful to get to KNOW new people. I am talking about getting to know others beyond the courtesies of Hello, Thank You and Goodbye. It is about getting to talk to them. Hear them out, what they have to say.

Everyone has his/her own perspective of life. I have, you have. A very insignificant number of people really KNOW what their perspective is. Those are the ones who are sure of what they are doing, why they are doing it. Most of us know WHAT we want. But when we have to decide at crucial junctures about the "How I want it", we all go primarily by our instinct. We decide on the spot, then and there, considering the ramifications; either thinking logically or just following our heart. However, the blurred idea of our perspective of life that we cling to in our subconscious mind is always guiding us.

I have an inkling of what my perspective is. I am unable to put it into words yet. I know it is evolving. It is something which none of us can rush through as we live each day. It gets shaped by every moment one lives.

So, when I really get talking to someone, I hear out the person, and try to sample out the few, discreet words and lines , backed by their expressions and body language. I don’t judge others this way. The only objective here is to help me restore meaning to life, looking at it through the other’s eyes.

I believe everyone finds their anchor before they die. Towards the end of life, the wisdom gathered over years of experience has to sample out what was truly important to them for all these years. And then in retrospect, everyone comes to comprehend the true force behind their actions, their decisions.

I don't know when the moment of truth will come for me and what will it will be like. I am not even sure whether there really will be a moment of truth. All I am aware of today is that I don’t want to wait to get there. I am unwilling to find about it as life takes its course.

The limitation is that I have only one life to live (to hell with re-incarnation), and only 24 hours in a day, just as every other person. So, the only way out is to share the experiences of others. Or should I say, to share the life of others... So that you will get closer to knowing who you are.

Is it unnecessary? Am I doing all this merely for my intellectual appetite? Is this just a quest to satisfy my ego? I don’t know. I know only one thing; that I need answers, even if the answer turns out to be that it was all irrelevant, and I want it as soon as possible.