Sometimes…
I wish life was more like my morning walks around the park
Everyone on the same literal path
And yet… no “path” is the same
Some of us choose to saunter; others opt to sprint
Some are pushing strollers with sleepy babies
Others are pulling bike trailers with lively toddlers, anxious to reach the play structures
I see pedestrians with headphones, tuned into their unique means of escape
And I observe others embracing silence, contemplative on the route they take
Groups, pairs, individuals, families
Riding, jogging, strolling, running
Ankle weights, phones glued to ears, music blasting, friends laughing
A young couple in love, hand in hand
A loyal dog striding near his old man
No matter the way we traverse the path
We smile and greet each other, no questions asked
I don’t judge you for running
You don’t judge me for walking
We go about our business, honoring our health
Our freedom, our alive-ness, our senses of self
Always holding warm regard for one another as we stay in our lanes
Finding meaning in the glorious as well as the mundane
Connected by common goals and humanity
People of all kinds, colors, backgrounds, beliefs
Just passing our fellow humans and finding simple joy
In these seemingly small greetings
and yet, unconsciously providing us with a tiny boost
As we press forward
On the same path
In our unique ways
Around the park
Beautiful. Thank you for this! 😊 🌳🌳🌳😊