When I sit in traffic I am always curious of the sea of people around me. I see a family in the SUV next to me and I wonder if they're happy. Do the parents love their children? Do the children love their parents? Where are they going? Where are they coming from? I wonder about their reality. It is overwhelming to realize that every body in every car has a story. Every person is on their way to a place or coming from a somewhere. Everywhere we go we are surrounded by people with history. In my world there are three major things all humans have in common: a soul, a past, and a future. The more we try to learn from each other about these things, the more I believe we grow and find hope in the stories we share. When we step outside of ourselves and ask questions, we find answers. My generation is all about finding answers...but I think we have lost the ability to ask questions. Conversation is no longer a two-way building block of relationship. It is an avenue to state our opinions, not a way to learn anything about the person(s) we are speaking to. Is it too late for my generation to ask questions? Are we so ready with the answers and self-centered mad gab that we will never hear the history and wisdom stored-up in the lives of the people we know? Food for thought: We all stay up at night wishing someone would care about our stories. We spend half of our conversations thinking about what we want to say. What if that interest was invested in the stories of people around us.
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