The Constants

I watched her through the window as she moved around the house, cleaning as she went.  The soft flickering candlelight made shadows dance across her skin and I could hear the faint sound of music through the glass.  In this moment all the troubles of my world disappeared and I became lost in her stunning beauty.  As I stood there frozen at the door; studying every movement and every little feature, I saw a slight smile.  It was the kind of smile you have when you are alone and have no reason to smile, the kind that says you are perfectly content with your life in that moment.  I was smiling too, but mine was the kind of smile you have when you are so completely immersed in love that it causes a euphoric high felt throughout your entire being.  It was the kind of smile that you get when you are watching the only woman you will be with for the rest of your life and the concept is not scary, it is comforting.  Comforting to know that each time I open that door she will be there to wrap her arms around me and kiss me; to tell me that she loves me and that she has missed me. 

Our lives are a system of winding roads with countless forks, splits, and dead ends.  The series of events that make up every individual's story are unpredictable; the slightest movement can alter an entire story, an entire life, even an entire civilization.  The decisions we make based on today's events can dramatically change the events of tomorrow and we will never know the life that might have been.  The ever changing events however are not the biggest part of our story; it is the constants that truly define us.  The people, the beliefs, and the ideals that stuck with us through this capricious thing called life.  Through every change, every mistake, every achievement, your constants are there.  Even if they can't be with you physically they will always be in your heart, therefore they remain a part of your story until the very end.

The woman on the other side of the window is one of my constants.  I opened the door and pulled her in close, I told her that I loved her and that I always will.  Because not a day goes by that I don't love her more.  Our constants remind us the importance of love, they fill us with happiness and in doing so they refresh us so that we are better fit to share that love and happiness.  Standing up in this world of evil with a renewed mind, walking in love.  That my friends, is the beauty of life, the greatness of God's design.

What's Your Story?

I'm often caught staring at strangers, studying them, wondering who they really are.  It's not creepy or rude, my intent is not to make people uncomfortable.  I just have a strange habit of trying to figure people out, I want to know their story.  I find myself wondering where they grew up, where they work, what their home life is like, how they handle things when life becomes arduous.  The questions go on and on because I am truly interested; our individualism amazes me, for everyone has a story and no two are the same.  This is the way I have always been, because I believe that you can't judge a book by it's cover.  Just to think of all the tremendous books I would have missed out on had I done that makes me truly appreciate the cliche, and to think of all the people that would have never impacted my life does the same. 
Our society loves to separate us into our own little cages where we can be comfortable with "our own kind".  We are conditioned both blatantly and subliminally to segregate ourselves; to judge or even hate other people at a distance and to keep interaction at a minimum.  "The bum on the corner, the black guy behind the gas station register, the pizza guy, the white girl in all black"; descriptive words are used to trigger recognition by stating basic attributes: but those descriptions become entire identities in most people's minds. There lies the problem, for a person cannot be described in a handful of shallow words.  The color of someones skin or the price of their home will never tell you what's in their heart, it will never tell you what goes on in their mind or what tribulations and accomplishments they have seen.
 I wonder if we will ever breach the walls of the status quo and fight to rebuild our broken society on the principles of love and peace.  I know the world will never be that way, but if enough of us wanted it to we could make a great impact on humankind.  Thanks for reading, may God bless your life and fill your heart with peace and love.