One of my daily routines around 6 PM (sometimes much later than that) is to take a stroll around the neighborhood with my brother. Our hangout spot is in the park — follow us there and there’s a high probability you’ll be seeing us by the tree near the pavement with a cigarette lit in my brother’s mouth and sometimes a potato chip in my hand.
Occasionally, the neighborhood cat I called Jack, would be the first customer there sleeping while quietly eavesdropping on our conversational dialogues.
We would talk about a lot of things and he usually strikes the initial conversation. From the most mundane things such as venting about our trivial complaints or what type of meal you would choose before you die to discussing slightly heavier topics about the dimming stars above our noses, history lessons, and boring finance stuff.
Sometimes I see it as an interactive discussion between a teacher and a student (Of course I’m the student). He knows much more about general knowledge than I am, and that’s something I silently admire.
I think that’s one of the magnificent things life can offer to you. Just casually enjoying the cold breeze on a Monday morning while having a passionate conversation with someone can be fulfilling. Although I’m not the most sociable person, listening to someone talking about their passions really sparked something in me.
We are social beings after all. Basically, social beings means we interact with other people in order to live. And from the combined interactions we had in our lives, created the person we knew this exact day, which is ourselves. In order to make it easier to imagine, I see humans like a beautiful mosaic made by pieces of glasses.
The glasses represent the interactions with people around us; the mosaic portrays us as a whole. What I mean is that each person you encounter in your existence can create a greater impact to your life than you can imagine. In my case, having my brother in my life can definitely shape me into something that I’ve never imagined myself to be. I might not notice it, but it is there.
Slice of Bread and Life 