n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Or maybe the middle
For others endings
All beautiful in their own way.
For we are sometimes; mere footnotes
In other people’s stories.
Staying only for a moment
Others for a longer while.
More reason to treasure those near and dear… also those passing through.
For in all seasons we can learn from each other.
Even when things can feel a little crazy at times..
Often it’s in those crazy times when it’s most beautiful.
I’ve been pondering on writing a blog post about this topic for a long while now. Generosity is something which is incredibly important to me…so much so that it is a part of me and something completely normal to me.
But over the years I’ve realised that not everyone sees it in the same way. I’ll often travel to see friends that live far away and also give little gifts to friends just because…
“There is a mystery about generosity. If you see it with your human eyes you might think that you lose—position, recognition, resources—when you give away what you have to others… but God that is wise; always rewards the giver in ways we cannot explain.”
This quote explains so well how generosity works in my mind.. I never once feel like I have lost anything when I give to others..
And so does this one!
“One of the first conditions of happiness is the ability to take pleasure in other people’s happiness.”
I feel quite sad when I’m told off sometimes for doing this..but what people don’t realise is that giving is something kind of instinctive in me..a part of me and one of my love languages.. Which also goes someway to explain why I am a giver. When I am told off it feels to me like I am being told off for being myself..which I find a bit odd. But part of the reason that happens is because random acts of kindness and gifts are not normal in our society.
Even when I know that someone would not do the same for me. That doesn’t stop me giving towards that person after all even though generosity is important to me not everyone sees generosity the way I do but that’s ok. We are not all made to be carbon copies of each other. After all I don’t give with the expectation of getting any thing back.
“That’s what I consider true generosity: You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.”
Simone de Beauvoir
Where as for me it is normal..
One last word from a wise man..
“You make all kinds of mistakes, but as long as you are generous and true and also fierce, you cannot hurt the world or even seriously distress her.”
Winston S. Churchill