We’ve spoken a few times of late and we usually speak business for 5 minutes and then spend 40 minutes talking about all things life, love and anthropology (today we also touched on chocolate; you know the big topics).
There are few people that you instantly connect with, but I can safely say I think he’s a truly interesting and remarkable human. I look forward to making up an excuse to contact him again as he’s one of those people that you feel happier for having spoken with them.
That’s a gift.
He was telling me why he feels he’s the happiest guy in the world and in the folds of his tale were numerous wonderful things that had happened to him over the course of his life, and Stephen attributed them to luck. Of course, as an observer, I can see that his hard work, and kind deeds and sunshiny energy has drawn wonderful things his way and it got me to thinking about me…. you know, cos it always comes back to me.
I have had so many fantastic experiences in my life. I have traveled far and wide, and had adventures that many will only ever dream of. It wasn’t a big deal, I just explored with a thirst for adventure and immersed myself in situations. Some were ridiculous, sure, but most were wondrous.
One of the things that Stephen said made him truly happy was thinking about how many people loved him.
Isn’t that cool?
“Who else loves me?”
“And who else loves me?”
“And who else loves me?”
“And who else loves me?”……
This went on until I really couldn’t think of another person who loved him.
Even family members overseas that haven’t seen him since he was a babe.
Even Mr Fluffy Pants who is actually probably ambivalent before D Man gives him breakfast and downright disinterested after.
Anyway, two times in one day is not a coincidence in my book, but a poke in my eye for me to sit quietly for a minute and think about all of the people who love me. I decided I would go beyond the obvious, like people whose butts I wipe, or I cook food for, but into the greater spectrum of people who send good juju my way because they care.
There was actually quite a long mental list, new friends who I’ve met online through this crazy business called blog who actively send me love, old friends who I may not have seen for a while but when we get together the love feels just the same as it always did, and then there are those special people who when they hug me and they beam their love directly into my heart from theirs like a bolt of rose coloured lightning.
Family near and family far, and family not related by blood but because we chose each other, and chose to adopt each other permanently into our lives.
So much lovely love.
If I was to measure my happiness in units of love radiated at me, then I really am very lucky.
I have to say that’s a happy thought.
Someone who loves me dearly, with whom I have had many adventures, and misadventures, with took these beautiful images of us recently. She put a little blog up on her site if you’d like to see the whole series. Check us out here.
Anyway, take a minute to think about who loves you because that shit really warms the cockles of your heart.
Be happy, lovers.
Life is short.
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