What if people were actually genuine to each other. Think about it. There would be no lies… but do you think people really want to hear what other people have to say about about them? Sometimes… a lie is better than the truth.
Passing observation: Someone’s hands can tell you a lot about that person. About what kind of life they lead, what kinds of things they like doing, if they’re clumsy or not, and sometimes even their hobbies (e.x. guitar). Hands are also linked with a certain intimacy that other gestures can’t replicate. The firmness in a handshake, a warm embrace, or even the cold hardness of a slap provide a good insight into what someone is feeling. So, what if you just paid a little more attention to what that persons hands were telling you. What kind of impacts do you make with your hands? What if you seriously took a long look at your hands… what would you see?
If everything was as simple as how this little guy sees it, I truly think the world would be a better place. Think back; when you had gotten in the argument that destroyed a friendship, what if both of you just tried to simplify everything, and make it easier to work out instead of throwing your shit around with unnecessary complexities? Take parents. Instead of being unreasonable and all complicated, wouldn’t it be nice to just lay back and relax? Be the piggy.
Life passes before your eyes. He’s 91 years old. When he was in his 60’s, used to a life of hard work and labor, but still a sense of communal security, he made the choice to move his family in China to an entirely new world known as America. All the girls and their drama, and all of the boys who think they’re big-shots. They haven’t tasted hunger, they haven’t had the pain of losing a child. They havent had the sinking feeling of hopes that die, not with the frustrations of demands not being needed, but with their crops dying, and the struggle with the guilt of not being able to provide everything for your family. He had nothing. You have everything. What if your roles were switched? How would you fare?
My name is Heather. I’m 17 years old. When I was 15 years old, I had a choice. Like any 15 year old, choices are a daily part of our lives. Everything from the choice to get into drugs&alcohol, to the choice of what to wear. My dilemma was a boy. I thought he was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid eyes on. His light, sea green eyes. The lingering scent of a light cologne. The brush of his calloused hands over mine. Everything. Everything about him got to me. For a moment there, I thought I really loved him. For a moment there… I thought he, loved me too. Anyone else, I’m sure I would’ve gone for it. Just… well. There was one small complication. He also happened to be my best friend. I watched him grown from a boy with scraggly legs and arms, to a young man with the world at his fingertips. Sometimes I think… did he think of me growing up? We’ve drifted since then. Things aren’t the same anymore, and I’m not sure whats going to happen to us now. Our encounters are now limited to chance meetings, or awkward encounters full of surprise, and the absence of the words and at-the-moment pointless banter. Now.. I wonder. What if I had the courage? What if, instead of waiting for a chance, I made it happen myself? What if… every time I thought about telling him, the words slipped away from my lips, instead of being caught by hesitation in fear? I could have told him… things could have been different now. Then again, they could be the very same. The thing is… now I’ll never know.
