I sit, I wait, I watch, I ponder, I accept, I acknowledge and then I realize it does not discriminate.
I sit for hours taking in those around me. I sit for hours viewing those near to me.
I have written previous posts about them; here are excerpts from those posts –
The homeless man at the same intersection every day is living with some sort of meaning and reason to carry on. He does not appear to be unhappy and occasionally I see him eating food.
I likely will never know, but whatever his misfortunes, he reminds me that no matter the environment, the struggles and challenges, there is still a reason to live and a reason to carry on.
I don’t know about you, but it is easy for me to label and judge people. I see a news story with an interview taking place about some controversy and I label the person and then I judge. It is easy to do, but much more difficult to not do!
I think I label and judge because of my opinions, beliefs and views on different aspects of life. I do not like to be labeled and I certainly do not like to be judged by others – so, I should not label and judge others, but it is so easy to do.
We all have a story; successes, misfortunes, missed opportunities, lack of love, love from the right person, a broken relationship, a job loss, a family/friend loss, a birth, an illness, the list goes on. The stories of our lives make us who we are and what we are. Whether a brief encounter or just people watching, I wonder what people’s stories are.
Today their stories are important to them, but it still does not discriminate.
Today my story is important to me, but it still does not discriminate.
Among those aspects of our own stories that make us different are similarities that make us the same.
The body, no matter the color of the skin, the size or shape, or the smooth skin, lines, wrinkles, color of eyes, no matter our appearance – there are similarities that make us the same.
Down inside are the organs, the sustaining parts of us, that bring breath, and life. The body that which is us and sustains us will someday be the death of us. Cancer knows this and it will not discriminate against anyone. Young, old; physically fit, feeble, it does not matter.
I sit, I wait, I watch, I ponder, I accept, I acknowledge and then I realize cancer does not discriminate.
There are black, white, young and old; a man wearing a dress shirt and tie, the stately woman and the tougher looking guy. Then there is the woman with the pink hair, the majestic woman needing a little extra help, the chatty lady next to me and the young man across from me.
Today I sit for hours taking in those around me. Today I sit for hours viewing those near to me. Today I sit for hours receiving chemotherapy amongst others; those around me.