Stranger Discussions

Coming home from a trip that will leave me with enough material for a lifetime, I took a seat in terminal 18 with two hours to spare before departure. I had managed to claim a stool that allowed no comfort but offered a nearby outlet where I could charge my phone. Looking around, I spotted several large black chairs that looked very inviting, yet all were taken. I had been advised by the clerk at the gift shop to use one of them, for they provided plugs, and were known to be quite cozy.

To my surprise and excitement, I noticed a gentlemen getting up from his place and preparing to board his flight. I snatched what I had and headed to the space he now left vacant. I gathered the cord to my charger and went to place it in the slot discovering that the only available plug would not comply. My phone charger was far too bulky and not quite in the mood to agree with the even larger plug that had already claimed the space. As luck would have it, the chair neighboring the one I had warmed was being abandoned along with the outlet it accompanied. Just as I was ready to move from one seat to another, a woman sat down. I noticed that she had a computer she was preparing to charge, and given the nature of a double outlet, I politely asked her if she would be willing to share. To avoid wires from invading her space, she pleasantly offered to switch seats with me, for the plug that had failed me suited her just fine.

In the process of transferring our drinks and belongings, we began to talk. Naturally, we made small talk about our trips, mine being particularly interesting, which prompted me to make the comment,

“As a writer, I have experience and material that will be very useful to me in the future.”

With much interest, she began inquiring more about my comment of being a writer. She shared with me that she has two children who are writers; a son who blogs and a daughter who aspires to be a poet among other avenues within the art. Immediately, we began comparing notes between her kid’s habits as writers and mine. Writing style and technique weaved their way through conversation as did others topics that were faintly associated with the skill.

The couple hours that I had expected to linger with dreadful anguish soon ended all too soon. We acknowledged to each other the joy that had been shared during our talk and wished each other safe travels as we then parted ways. As I headed toward the terminal where my flight was expected to board, I thought to myself,

“The most random encounters can really make a difference.”

I had spent my day in a cloud of frustration and chaos dealing with the after math of an unraveling vacation. I was anxious to get home, and while my mood sustained, I wasn’t feeling my best. Walking away though, I realized just how much talking to that woman had made my day. To meet someone who showed such an interest in my work and to be related to two people who share my passion was so uplifting. It’s not every day that I meet another writer, let alone the mother of two, so the intensity of my enthusiasm was magnified by its rarity. There’s something to be said for us writers and the joy we get out of meeting those like minded. I’m sure even Mary Higgins Clark can agree.

However, despite the topic or reason, sometimes just the littlest discussion that we share with strangers can make quite an impression. It just goes to show that every person you encounter through every day of your life is giving you the opportunity to make your mark. So, with that said, next time you find yourself sitting next to a nurse on the subway, or a teacher on the train, make small talk and strike up a conversation. You never know the impact you may have on someone. For all you know, you might just end up as a character in my book.


Safety vs. Passion

In my most recent post I concluded the entry with “there is no passion in safety, but there can be safety within passion.” I decided I wanted to expand on that thought. I feel that so many people just want to play it safe in order to avoid getting hurt. A lot of people do this with their feelings and make up for their “being safe” in other adventurous ways such as going on crazy endeavors and partying till the early hours. They feel that they are living life on the wild side and safety is not in their vocabulary. What about those who are being safe with their emotions though?

True passion is letting go of the fear that you could lose the person you love and loving them with all your heart regardless. It is letting go of the “what if” and trusting that they will be there to hold your heart with delicate hands. There is nothing passionate about keeping someone at a distance to avoid a broken hearts.

There comes a point in love when the trust you give the other person becomes a safety and comfort; a part of who you are as a couple and something that you share as one. You are able to rely on the other person and count on them to always be that one that you depend on. When you reach a point where you take on the role of partners, as a team in the game of life, you create a sense of safety within that union. That is where safety can be unison with passion. You can experience the passion and fire of love and it’s splendor while knowing that you are secure. That is the ultimate goal that we all are trying to reach and hope to someday find.

Too many are afraid that it isn’t out there or they will never find it. They miss out on the greatest thing in life which is romantic companionship. Those who are willing to and able to let themselves get burned a few times in order to find the one who will guard them from the flame are the ones that will find what so many believe is extinct.

So, ask yourself this; are you willing to live a life with passionless safety where you can never get hurt, or are you willing to risk the pain of a bruised heart in order to find the one that will hold it tenderly with passionate love?