I wrote a story yesterday, one I thought might resonate and lead someone to respond. No one did. Reflecting, I thought how some stories we love mean nothing to others and how others—ones we scribble in a moment, discard and dismiss—are loved for reasons we ourselves don’t see.
As a writer, it made me think in metaphor—how we and others are like stories ourselves, made for some and not for others. When right—a match of mind, energy, and spirit—we know.
Even little moments and encounters, like stories scribbled in moment-live, they may appear and live as nothing to us but change moment, day, and world of another.
I think it’s interesting—special—the way of resonance and remembrance; how often I’ve lived the receiving end of such moments and change imparted by a timely smile, kind word, or simple generosity of notice that left lasting effect on me.
It doesn’t have to make sense. Emotion and impressions do not demand a why. It is enough to feel and know, even when know is not of reason. Don’t overthink it.
Live present. Notice. Take pleasure and enjoy when life-surprises—stories, moments, and encounters with others—appear and make our spirits feel.