Thursday, February 19, 2004
we are all strangers here
differences in people are things that we need to celebrate more often. they are the most wonderous matter that have never ceased to amaze me. i remember when i was 10 years old i asked my mom, why can't others think the way we think, over and over again. wouldn't world be a better place because there won't be bad people? i would wish for it in between my prayers. i prayed really hard before i go to bed. it continued for a couple of years, because i thought that way people would understand me better. how naive i was.
i saw a guy with a broken leg cruising in front of a neighbourhood on his wheelchair. the wheelchair is a cheap one, quite old and dirty, more or less in a same stage with his clothes. he stopped in front of a bus stop and asked something to an old lady who had been sitting on the bench for quite a moment. she's like from a different world from him with her expensive attire, yet she answered him warmly and it turned into a smile-provoking conversation between them.
we are all strangers here, yet i feel comfortable enough to blabber and rant about my life without even knowing the people who would read my blog. on a bus, a person could just start a chat with a person next to them by saying a simple hi, and spend the rest of their ride explaining what has been happening in their life lately. i could meet some of my friends back home and not wanting to tell them how my life has been, but i could easily tell a newfound friends here my whole life history without worrying a single thing. you keep secrets from your acquintances, but you say it outloud to a person whom you just met. why is it, we find it easier to talk to strangers, even though they might not give a damn on whatever we say, but feel secure at the same time, rather than having a proper conversation with your old friends? why is it, that we don't care if people know what's we gone through, but not the ones that we are close with?
or, is it just me?
differences in people are things that we need to celebrate more often. they are the most wonderous matter that have never ceased to amaze me. i remember when i was 10 years old i asked my mom, why can't others think the way we think, over and over again. wouldn't world be a better place because there won't be bad people? i would wish for it in between my prayers. i prayed really hard before i go to bed. it continued for a couple of years, because i thought that way people would understand me better. how naive i was.
i saw a guy with a broken leg cruising in front of a neighbourhood on his wheelchair. the wheelchair is a cheap one, quite old and dirty, more or less in a same stage with his clothes. he stopped in front of a bus stop and asked something to an old lady who had been sitting on the bench for quite a moment. she's like from a different world from him with her expensive attire, yet she answered him warmly and it turned into a smile-provoking conversation between them.
we are all strangers here, yet i feel comfortable enough to blabber and rant about my life without even knowing the people who would read my blog. on a bus, a person could just start a chat with a person next to them by saying a simple hi, and spend the rest of their ride explaining what has been happening in their life lately. i could meet some of my friends back home and not wanting to tell them how my life has been, but i could easily tell a newfound friends here my whole life history without worrying a single thing. you keep secrets from your acquintances, but you say it outloud to a person whom you just met. why is it, we find it easier to talk to strangers, even though they might not give a damn on whatever we say, but feel secure at the same time, rather than having a proper conversation with your old friends? why is it, that we don't care if people know what's we gone through, but not the ones that we are close with?
or, is it just me?
