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I have often walked these streets before. Never before did I ever see them as I did this day, while walking down them. I had never taken the time to look around at the houses or the people. Not even their cars or lawns, or the activities they were engaged in at the time. I had always been so preoccupied with my problems,cares,wants that was all I cared about. Concerns I kept deep inside of me and forever in front of every breath I took. Only what concerned me was my only thought.
I had become so involved with self and my life, my desires, choices and affairs, that I stopped along time ago caring about the world and what was around me. I had bought into the great I society. You know the one! Where no one or anything came before self. I and I and I. No one had an opinion, at least not one I was willing to accept if even listen to it. No one else had a right to any thought only I.
No other person but I could have a problem and have it be the biggest one out there in the world. No one had desires as great as mine. No one wants as much as I have for myself and for my benefit.
I had sold out to self and self-indulgence. The only thing that seemed to matter to me was what I wanted. Today for the first time ever, I looked up and seen a street differently.
A world that actually had other habitants than myself. They had real lives, families, homes, and jobs. They had desires, wants and cares. Their share of problems in their lives too.
Today I saw this in this world with my own eyes. As people waved as I passed by, visiting with neighbors. Sharing events with their families. They were here all along I just never stopped to listen or to see all that is in this world besides me. I was so consumed in the great I syndrome that I never realized I share this world with others. And the streets I traveled on my way home today actually were their streets not mine.
I walked slowly consuming all of the sights. In awe of just how many others there are in this world. So tomorrow when I walk down this street on my way home perhaps I can say we met on this street. And we share this world together. I will listen to what the street's have to say.
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