Dashes of Colour…

In the train, this morning… I took a much later train…very crowded…it was suffocating…I was near the door…in a kinda detached mode…like I was not a part of what was happening…more the role of an observer than someone who is part of the action…and what I saw amazed me…
So so many faces were looking in my direction…gosh…amazing how not one face looked anything close to another…how did God manage to create so many people and not two who look anything alike…wow!...how unique each of us are…
no one has my eyes…no one else in the world has a little mole on their eyebrow like I do…no one else has a little dump on their head in the way I do…in all my imperfections, I feel a perfection…like this is me…like God spent time making me unique by adding all my little flaws…I like that thought…
Have you ever felt your vision blur when you’re looking at something real hard…like a wide angle lens vision…where you see a larger frame with a little less detail…that’s how I was looking at the train compartment…and what I saw was just a whole lot of dashes of colour…soft on their edges and the only movement in all the little dashes were the eyes…like little white fish…moving from side to side…how much we absorb through our vision and how we are consistently looking for things to look at…constantly searching for meaning…constantly looking for answers…and I closed my eyes…