Meaning of meeting

It never amazes me to realize how much of life I overlook and tend to ignore. Usually the realization hits me when I’m out somewhere and start talking to a stranger about life. Take the other day as an example: I shared a taxi to the airport with a family from Montreal. Very nice people, even at 4:30 in the morning and we did what anyone does, we chatted about our lives. This very nice man, whose name I never did catch, is a fruit farmer outside of the city, mainly focusing strawberries and blueberries. For 23 years he farmed in the summer and did snow removal in the winter. He told me he recently sold the snow removal business to a friend of his and works doing stuff with recycling.  It fascinates me to no end that I can forgot that there are all these people in the world, actual people not just statistics, who lives these amazing lives, that I will probably never get the chance to meet. This one man who does so much for his community, friends and family, and I got to talk with him for a brief time.

Sometimes when you look at people you try to imagine what they’re life is like- what they do, how the treat their family, what they do for fun in the spare time- and you could never guess exactly what it is.

It makes me wonder about all the people out there who do so mush for everyone, that the world will never know of. All the people who will come after us, who will have the potential to do so much with their lives and who are going to try and make a name for themselves.

It also makes me ponder the reason of life. If we are all just little organisms floats along, does everything we do have a purpose? Does everyone we meet have a reason for bumping into us, even if it’s just for 5 minutes? Are little things like this lessons in life, to be humble for what we all have- our stories? Everyone talks about the big lessons in life, what about the seemingly small, but meaningful ones we tend to take for granted?

 

With no idea how to finish this train of thought;

Love,

Sirius

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