See. You can get lonely in a room full of people. Just like you can die of thirst standing knee-deep in the water. Or get hit crossing the road on a pedestrian walk. Or fall in love with your worst enemy.
Who's to know when it will hit you, or who will ever understand the workings of the world? Sometimes your prayers get answered, sometimes it doesn't, but who are we to argue with God that we know more what's best for us than Him?
Pretty hard facts, all those, but the irony of things is that nothing is always what it seems. Every face has a story. Good, bad, happy, sad, amusing, tragic, strange, miraculous, complicated, sometimes something no one can quite explain. Won't you want people to look at you and wonder about the mystery of you? Where you have been, what you have gone through, who you met a few seconds ago that probably changed your life, things you saw along your journey that made the person you are, a thousand things in your mind you wish you had the courage to say and do but didn't, regrets you wish you could wipe away, memories you prayed you could forget or cherish forever?
When you sit in the interview room waiting for your turn, do you look around and assess everyone down, sizing them up, wondering what brought them there or how you could ever compete? When you walk along the busy pavement and see a wretched couple begging, do you wonder about their history or if they were victims of circumstances or crime, and do you stop to drop a few coins or say a few nice words, or walk away hoping somebody else will do it? When you drive your way through the busy traffic and a car cut in front of you without warning, do you curse at him and honk angrily, or pray he'd reach safely wherever he was rushing to because he probably has good reasons, like an emergency? When your close friends don't call and keep silent for days on end, do you feel neglected and let down, or wonder if they are alright and do you make the call first? When a child tug at your hand while you're occupied, do you tell him to be quiet or do you stoop down and ask what he wants to say? If you saw a woman crying in a crowded place, do you chide her to behave and that she should stop embarassing herself, or do you comfort her and tell her it's alright that you are there to listen?
Or do you walk away from it all because it has nothing to do with you?
See. Some things happened to each of us somehow some ways that shaped who we are, every tingling moment. We had better be careful not to discount each one and dismiss it like it means nothing. When we take the time to get past the facade, we just might surprise ourselves.
What would it take to draw the story out in the open, do you think?
Note: Life does not end just because you have a broken heart. If you want your story heard and understood, listen to others'.