i just want to believe, full-hearted with all of my individual fibers, that we have in each moment, the potential to make connections with others.
obviously is possible, but there are so many little menial things in the way, things! self-doubt, not wanting to bother people…but that in not bothering people, you deny them the pleasure of your conversation, or company, or the idea that sharing a moment or two with a complete stranger makes them not a stranger anymore.
i think i’m starting to believe more and more.
just great little snippets of lives lived, being heard, maybe being understood, meandering thoughts, putting your best foot forward, and honest and open heart, sparkles, glee, wonder, engaging the fringe of social risks.
i’m finding it easier to believe that people are interested in having one of those days, just as much as i am. one where we moved slightly forward in our bravery and happiness, and you were glad to have made a connection however fleeting.