Connection

Sometimes our hardest decisions are the decisions that bring us further away from who we are…

As this Greyhound around-the-world-and-back-trip begins to truly unfold in a little under a week, I’m beginning to realize the one element of truth that I’ll expect to learn throughout the process. Behind the questions, answers, and animalistic snarls that will govern my decisions throughout the ride, I am in essence preparing for my own development and self-therapy through the connections of complete–and most likely cranky as hell–strangers.

No, seriously.

I mean, what does it truly mean to connect with someone else anyway? Most of us simply acknowledge each other having to be reminded of the fact. Many of us gravitate to one another by some other force unknown to even the participates involved:

A nod.
A wink.
A smile.

Where doe the notion come from to share who we are with another person the real essence of why we’re there in the first place? No only that, but without the fear that your gift will be used against you? I suppose in some zany way, the people that I’ll connect with on this trip will probably allow only a certain amount of room for me to breathe in their space.

Others, on the other hand, will open the door wide enough for the entire bus to breathe with open lips and closed eyes.

In a sense, and this isn’t my first go-around on the Greyhound bus from East to West, I should expect to find the same mirror image of myself within the eyes and hearts of the strangers I’ll come in contact with. In fact, I can expect no less of this realization.

M.C. Davis

Let Me See If I Understand This…

…or at least allow me enough room to breathe around you.

I expect only a few things in life to tackle me to the ground with enough consistency to leave me struggling to find the car keys. See, I do realize that when my time comes, death will quietly escort me to that place where I will finally find out what truly makes the world tick–or at the very least, I’ll find out what has made me tick.

so to speak.

I also believe that my core needs, wants, and desires will only reveal their true qualities to me when I’m farthest away from them. In other words, true absenteeism from yourself at times will eventually reward you with the truest appreciation for the things that have stirred you to grow the furthest. Why not experience the entire piece of chocolate cake with all the fixings, vice a small square piece with a warning label highlighting the horrendous side effects. Simply put, I only believe that no matter where I am in life, I am only there to fulfill my own understanding of the things and choices that bring me closer to the person I need to be.

…everything in its own space is intrinsically perfect right?

So, in itself, I’m happy to be here and in this space that completely allows me to see within myself  how important my own potential to grow is. I’m also happy to have people in life that remind me in their own way how to live in complete love without the expectation that love, as she dares calls herself,  is a cost or a thing that only shows up like our good friend Halley every 75 years. Lastly, I’m happy to have the reminders in life that only prove one thing to me:

I’m not in this alone…not by a long shot.

(I’m also happy to be able to write all of this down…)

…with a smile of course.

M.C. Davis