I sit alone on a bench, watching, observing those around me. The air is foggy, allowing me to see only a few faces. Some rush by in a crowd, some walk slowly but purposefully. Some are fidgety as they walk, their mind preoccupied with something else, their body on autopilot. Some are cautious, extra so. People come, people go, each different from the last in various ways, some subtle and some obvious.
I sit alone and observe people on the different paths of life. I pay extra attention to some and completely ignore the other, taking in only what I want to see. I see people and make my own assumptions, never knowing whether I am right or wrong. I see their mistakes, I see their glory and try to soak it in. I see only a glimpse and to me, that glimpse is enough. The smallest moment of someone else’s life is enough.
I sit alone and look at those who came before me. I wonder if I can live up to my heroes if I can make those who love me proud. I sit alone and think because sometimes thinking is necessary, because I know I have to clear the fog. I sit alone and observe, as I’ve done all my life.
I sit alone and watch everyone, knowing that I too will have to go through this crowd. I too will face the similar difficulties that the people walking around me are doing right now. But for now, I sit alone and watch, because that’s all I can do.
Someday I will walk the path and make my destination worthwhile. Someday I will walk through the ups and downs and highs and lows. That someday may come tomorrow or million days away, or maybe I’ve already jumped into it without even realizing. But for now, I am content with just sitting alone and watching.
Written for Daily Prompt: Meander