Watching Life

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Watching life out of her little window, she paused to think what she should be doing and what she was doing and why she was doing it, and why she was thinking about doing it all by herself and not with others. Even if not in company with someone else, or some other people, but at least with other beings within her gaze and touch, without the barrier of walls and windows. And so she decided to finally join what seemed like throngs of people, but were indeed only one or two or three who’d woken up easily to greet the day and enjoy the cool breezes before the onset of heat, when the sun shooed away the clouds and claimed his throne in the sky in relative solitude himself.

It didn’t take long for her to beat back her self-conscious worries and start to join the world in a bigger way, and soon she was doing this every day. Looking at the window where she once stood and thinking it looked smaller from where she was standing. And still as inviting perhaps, but as a place to return to, not a place to be hidden. It only was hard the first time, and maybe the second, and maybe more than that, but now when she smiled she shared a blessing with others and wasn’t just holding onto a moment only she knew the meaning of.