Free write.
Different. Colors. Eyes. Hair. Smile. Laugh. What is different? It’s nothing. Different is beautiful. Same is plain. Same is boring. “I don’t want to be different.” I tell her it’s fine, I tell her it’s better to be different. Why wouldn’t you want to be a hot pink sticking out through all the blues? I would. You should. You can’t see the sidewalk. I can’t see the soul. You look up when you walk. I look down as I walk. I have a better chance of getting bumped into. Everyone walks around you, but I never have enough time to look up before they do. Everyone is in a rush. The best days are when you don’t have a plan. Walk on the sidewalk and go wherever your feet will take you. Make your own adventure. No one should go with you. Go alone. Half the adventure is the treasures you will find. Everyone is in a rush. Walk, walk,walk, run, run, run, beep, beep. Hearts race to the rhythm of their feet as they stomp past like a hip hop dance routine. Is there a fire? Is there an emergency? Probably not. Why does it matter if you miss the train? Why does it matter if you can’t make that light? The woman misses the light it turns red, she stops short and looks in the car next to her and a woman is crying. She gives that woman a smile and makes the woman’s day. She was contemplating taking her life, but now she feels relieved that a stranger next to her was willing to give compassion between glass. You never know what will happen if you slow down unless you take it moment by moment. Look at God’s angel graces. You may be surprised at what you find. <3
