Footprints

I know the site is called the DAILY, but the posts are far from daily. Even the weekly timetable is hard to adhere to! Way too much work, and of cos, life to deal with. So either all those folk who write day in and day out, have no work, or no life, or they've excellent time management skills, and i need to get myself checked into one of them seminars!

Anyways, food for thought. I was having a discussion with a friend, about the people that come and go in our lives. I wager its one of the most contemplated phenomenon out there, every one's written about it, talked about it, and wondered in private about it.

If we really take even just a minute, i'm pretty sure over a dozen faces will just pop right in our mental eye. People we had one conversation with, arguement with, someone we danced with, a smile that we just can't shake off or even the stranger who asked us for a dollar somewhere one christmas.

We race through our lives, sometimes forgetting alot of people. But there are times, when i do think about some people, the someones who'll live their entire lives without knowing how just a sentence they uttered took my feet from under me. The hand that i held for 5 mins one evening, but never saw or spoke of again for the rest of my life.

Just some of the hundreds of memories of people that i've bumped into. Its hard to keep coherent thinking of these people. Many of them i remember very fondly, and some less fond than others. It feels queer, that these people, that form the substance of my memories, will not remember or know that there is someone in this vast universe, who still thinks about them, or credits them for something.

The oddities of this life are innumerable. If its our priviledge to be able to question them, it must follow that it is our curse, to be unable to answer them.