About random conversations. And how much I love them.
I adore talking to strange people on the train. I adore being asked how to get to the nearest busstop. I adore being told about someone's history. I adore getting different perspectives on life. I even adore the small talk about the weather that precedes these conversations.
Talking to others can be such a relief. I met a woman on the train last week who declared her whole life and felt so grateful afterwards, being able to let it all out. She had been through a lot but her positive mindset spread all over our cabin.
It also makes you feel connected. Why should we life next to each other? We often neglect people but this results in such a rude environment. A simple smile can really make my day.
The lady at the coffee bar today asked me how I liked the book I read while I was in there, 'since she read the same one. She was really enthusiast and sweet and the small conversation made me feel good and bad. Good because I felt connected. I was in some way remembered that we are all in this together. Bad because last time I was over there, she acted a bit rude and I judged her while entering the bar. I get real mad when I catch myself having prejudices.
I'm aware of the fact that we cannot talk to every single person we meet. Just try by talking to at least one stranger each day. Just try.