Sometimes a person falls into our path, life, or day for a reason. Or if you don’t believe in that–maybe we can restate it as people come into our lives whether for an hour, a month, or a year+ and we then collect meaning and apply it to our lives as we go. That sounds more like my way of thinking. We meet people and then our interactions become meaningful to us in ways that may or may not be meaningful to the person we’re gathering such insight from.
That’s why a person you fall in love with might only view you as a source of inspiration…or otherwise. Why a friend may view you as someone to hang out casually with, but not someone to discuss his/her dark secrets with.
After walking clear across Central Park from the Upper East to the Upper West side, I sought air conditioning and a restroom at one of the city’s many Starbucks. There was a man in a bright red shirt waiting in line ahead of me.
