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Unexpected Changes of Perspective

January 13, 2010

I think that the most wonderful things in life come at times and in places that do not seem conducive to wonder.

For instance: today, I was in a Taco Bell. Then, my life was changed. How, do you ask?

Well, I was conducting an interview in a Taco Bell after getting kicked out of the Einstein’s Bagels because they were closing. So, there I am, notebook in hand, crazy homeless man shouting behind me, and the subject of my interview in a cruddy, rusty chair in front of me.

On the outside, he looks like a 22-year-old chain-smoking, wafer of a man. He works at the local coffee shop, and tends to keep to himself. He’s the kind of guy that doesn’t go looking for moments like the one he to gave me today — they kind of just happen to him.

In a smelly fast-food restaurant with ugliness and insanity all around him, he talked to me about his life, and the way he sees the world. Throughout the interview, every word this man said changed my perspective on some aspect of my life. His outlook on life is mesmerizing. All he wants to do is be. Simply being is enough to keep his world turning. All the wonder of his day can be summed up in the revelation that a pot of coffee has been expertly brewed. He says he wants to leave no mark on the world. He says that is the greatest mark anyone can leave — none at all.

He told me that the best people are the ones whose hearts you can feel when you’re talking to them, and I agree with him. I tend to wear my heart under layers and layer and layers of thick clothing. I’ve almost forgotten what mine looks like. But to feel my heart again — now THAT would be something special.

My conversation with this man made me ask myself questions that I had never even thought of asking myself. But those questions were  always in the back of my mind. I just needed his insight to remember them. Now I can reflect on them and try to figure out a way to reconcile the things I want to do for me with the things I want to do for my future. I have no idea how I’m going to figure that one out, but at least now I’ve started thinking about it.

Now, when I look at a cup of coffee, or a glass of soy milk or a stained pair of jeans, I think of all the joy and magic held in it, and I try to be content. It’s this new thing I’m doing — we’ll see how it goes.

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  1. January 13, 2010 6:21 am

    Glad to see you’re blogging again. I’m always interested in your perspective, even as it changes. Keeping calling it as you see it. No matter what it looks like.

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