THE PEOPLENESS OF PEOPLE

Light bulbs of various shapes, sizes and brightness, hanging at different heights from the ceiling.

Guess where?

Iced Lime juice – strong.

Fans, many fans, all turning at full speed, keeping it cool.

A loud sound of large air-conditioning blowers, enveloping whatever space is not filled or taken by things…or even people.

A large, mural picture of an old man, to keep me company.

Lights, “blaring” from lots of hanging lightbulbs – different shapes and sizes; different heights, hung from the ceiling. The Celebrity Fitness bag – an “off topic”; adds and becomes a contrast to what seems as “a night out in the evening”.

Working on work in a different sort of environment.

I have developed a headache, more of a nagging headache, a sort of a nuisance in a way. Hope it clears soon.

I thought I’d get some work done while waiting here.

This different space, place or environment, whichever way you may want to look at it; sort of let’s me see people, same people from everyday walk of life, but from a different perspective. Meaning same props, different background.

I find people absolutely fascinating. Then again, if I was in a different scene, environment or place; these people may pass me by without me even knowing it.

People don’t seem to realize how fascinating they are or can be.

I believe that as every moment pass us by, we are older by a moment. Our characters may change, our lives are constantly evolving. I am not sure if our minds can process changing thoughts every moment that goes by. I believe that it can, but I can’t prove it…yet. This means I have gotten the answer to the question but am not quite sure as to how to explain the workings. I wonder if Thomas Edison, the Wright Brothers or Alexander Graham Bell, were in a similar situation as I, when they were busy inventing their inventions.

If everyone were to treasure their “peopleness”; we will have world peace. Treasuring their “peopleness” means seeing life in each and everyone. Now, wouldn’t that be dandy?

NOTE:
This article was written as an abstract. Just letting my mind wander…and see where it goes. Having a bit of fun. The headache could have been the cause.😏

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