Through Someone Else's Eyes...

Folk #1: Funny. I always knew I was an Excitable Boy (hat-tip to Warren Zevon). I bumped into an acquaintence yesterday on the path. I hadn't seen him for a few months, he had had an existential health crisis, and had been sidelined for awhile. I had no idea of the drama he had gone through, nor the impression I have made on this person over a number of random conversations on the lakefront. Sure. We've had some deep, philosophical exchanges, engaged in loopy dialogue about pretty much anything that happened to float into our heads. Some cool insights, book recommendations & laughter too. I was surprised to find that I touched this person deeply to the core. I seem to have inspired him, and challenged him, and our conversations were often on his mind, even when he was in hospital recovering from heart surgery. It was wild to hear him describe my character, to see myself through his eyes, his consciousness, & his very unique sensibility. He described me as person on "a mission," passionate, engaged, firey and energetic, maybe a bit of a creative evangelist. Ha. I thought some of that rang true, and some of that was illusion. Just so happens I was reeling yesterday, on the ropes, barely going through the motions of the day. questioning everything; my purpose, my being,  I mean I was reeling a bit, "Faking it to make it," through the day in one piece. We walked togeter, taking in the beautiful day. Our conversation brought me back to the moment, and I could feel energy flowing back into my body. Funny how that happens. We finally reached a point on the path where we were to go seperate ways, we hugged each other, two grown men, showing true emotion and comradery. It was a touching moment. Then, it was onto the next big thing, I knew it was out there somewhere, just around the next corner... I mean, you know, maybe...