Look at Me with an Open Heart
You know you’ve succeeded once you feel it
Reality is often painful.
Because looking with an open heart may imply touching some sore spots. Not only those of others. But very likely your own as well.
The ordinarily extraordinary people of the world
Mundane people and their stories. No matter how insignificant they may appear. They move me. They are the mirror to my soul which understands and feels.
They make me pause.
Such as when I met a woman squatting by the roadside somewhere in Nepal, painstakingly crushing solid rocks into pebbles with a battered hammer. Her contribution to the surface of a road that may one day reach her village.
Monotonous back-breaking work that puts no more than a meager meal on the table at the end of a long shift. Day in, day out.
And while I kept observing her tucked away behind my motorbike, a tender smile escaped her cracked lips when she finally lifted her tired head. I still wonder where she took the strength from. For those nasty rocks and her genuine smile.
