She, a woman I met 3 years ago on a greyhound bus, encouraged me to write about my life. Tell her what I have been up to; the exciting places I have explored.
I will not do that.
It's easier to talk about others, than it is myself. I'm not interesting, and maybe it's because I live with me. (This might be why I avoid the mirror as much as possible. ) However, the interactions I have with others, yes, that is where the beauty lies.
We go about our lives in daily motions, similar to how the earth rotates around the sun, and our moon does with the earth. We believe that our lives are of importance. Narratives are created. "I did this. Did you know that Sally did that?" We never speak about others in the first person. The only time it seems as if we speak about others is if we place value of the individual and positive or negative judgements are created.
It seems as if we are our own entities. We do not have the capabilities to enter into another's mental capabilities and truly know what the thought processes and feelings are. Even if we could mentally tap into the other's psyche for five minutes, we would have to live with the person and see the world from his/her eyes and vantage point.
We also know that like the planets, we have our own definitive path: life and death.
Our perceptions shape our environment around us. Our rotations affect how other beings in the universe move. We have options in how we rotate in our lives. We also have events that draw us into other rotating objects.
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