Struggling, in this place we call home.

This evening was unusual. I met several different people from different backgrounds. I spent hours learning about these people, unknown to me before this evening. One guy taught me that men are men... and of course sex was one of the main topics. Ok, first off, a girl/woman doesn't want to talk about sex in that way. We are emotional beings. We think with our hearts, men think with their heads (literally). And although I am a sexual being, and probably far more frisky than most women my age, I still do not want to talk about it. Get the point?

Then I spoke to another person. As the conversation deepened, my thoughts started to run away... is he crazy? Have I brought even more crazy people into my life? But then I thought, how is he different from me? The idea that kept looping through my head is that no one... not even the homeless man who begs for food is any less of a person than I am. He may not have anything... friends, family, money, clothes... but is he really different from me? NO, he's not. The longer I listened, the more I realized we just need to be heard. We need to feel understood, as to understand. We all need to know that we are not alone in this world. Life is a gift, and love is an even greater gift. I think the unknown is the most freighting thought we have... what will come? Why is it that when we step out of our own shoes, we can imagine the life and successes of another? Are we blinded by our own being? We've all heard of being blinded by love, but can we blind ourselves from our own future? I guess what I learned tonight is that you can't judge a book by its cover... we're all just trying to find our way home... where ever that may be.