The people that come in to our lives is never in any particular order that makes sense for direction of anything. Meeting people is a blessing I am learning to appreciate with every encounter. Even the unpleasant ones, I am working on giving respect to.
In the past I would immediately revolt them, band them for my existence, and push them out. In some ways, in trying to understand people, I think that not banding them requires me to carry more weight of consideration that may or may not be useful to my mental health.
Is that a productive way to use that energy? Off the cuff, I would say, “no it’s not”.
It’s curiosity though the perspective differences, on the inside, versus the outside. In my learning a little about sociology and look in to phycological behavior of people, I find it very interesting often the same things drive us to very different places.
For instance, here in these two images above, two worlds collide nowhere else except in my head. Two very different individuals, two very different environments they were given to navigate.
I try to build a correlation between them to have some human resemblance to each other. All I’m able to say is that Mr. Entrada is still alive and thriving on his land. The young lady has been gone for some time now due to inner-city life and drug abuse. Both of them, in my opinion, are perfect examples of products of their environments.
From a distance, we spotted him on the side of the road. He was perfect there. Standing well-dressed and attentive, his posture invited us to stop.
The people that come in to our lives is never in any particular order that makes sense for direction to anything.
We saw this man on the road and decided to ask him what he was doing. “Just passing time” he says. He worked as a laborer, he worked in Venezuela when their currency was 2x times of what Colombia’s was at the time. I imagine that was sometime ago. Now he watches time and traffic pass by when he isn’t working on a hobby project. He lives alone by himself in the mountains. He comes outside to see the people passing. If was happy we stopped to talk. He didn’t mind me taking photos and was happy to pick a clover flower for Astrid. She made him smile.
Meeting people is a blessing I am learning to appreciate with every encounter. Even the unpleasant ones I am working on giving respect to.
In the past I would immediately revolt them, band them from my existence, and push them out. In some ways, in trying to understand people, I think that not banding them requires me to carry more weight of consideration that may or may not be useful to my mental compacity.
Is that a productive way to use that energy? Off the cuff, I would say, “no it’s not”. But in my curiosity, in my learning of sociology and look in to phycological behavior of people, I find it very interesting.
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