Finding Common Ground and Finding Life

There I was, in the middle of two individuals who had two experiences both different and both alike at the same time. From the outside they seemed different, but what was coming out from the inside, their words, is what told me how similar they are.

Their differences highlighted their similarities and I even found a little of myself in some of things they were saying. There I was in the middle of two individuals just listening, hoping I could make sense of at least some of it. It was awkward because I was listening to things that I knew wasn’t meant for me to hear, but yet I just listened.

I listened to pain. I listened to confusion. I listened to carelessness and I listened to two people who cared for each it other even though it seemed quite the opposite.

I don’t think people care for arguing with people they don’t care about. It is because they care about that other person is what makes the information they exchange between each other that more important.

I saw emotional grappling with the self and the choppiness of self expression. In a universe where everything comes from the same place, it’s sometimes hard to find common ground between two individuals who share the same source but live completely two different lives.

And that’s what makes finding common ground so interesting. That’s what makes life, life.