So there was this man on the bus. He attracted my attention for some reason that I cannot explain. He was very good-looking for a man his age. He looked like he was fifty or so. He was black. Had a white beard. Very dark eyes. And a cap that covered his bare head. He looked very anxious. I suppose he was going somewhere important because he had a file of papers in his hands. He kept looking at it. He was in front of me. Well not exactly, he was next to me but was facing me. Or my side, so when I looked next to me I could see his face. I did not want to look away. Not that I was attracted to him in a sexual way but rather my curiosity was pulling me towards him. But he noticed and I looked away.
I just wanted to take a picture of his face. He had a perfect shaped face. A face that could speak to people. A face that I could look at for hours. I could study every wrinkle, every line, every expression and never get bored. He was beautiful. Like out of a movie. So perfect. So unreal. And I just wish I knew him. I wish that he was related to me somehow. His face just showed the wisdom he has to share, all the experience that he has, everything that he has suffered.
He intrigued me. He made me sad. He inspired me. He made me question life. What am I doing? What will my wrinkles say in the future? Will my face ever be that memorable? I do not know the answers to those questions. But I do know that this man that I ran into on the bus really had an impact on me. If he only knew that he does have presence in this world.
We all have presence in this world. We can all make any random impact on someone and make them feel something. Express your emotions in body language. Share with the world what you feel, even if it is pain. If only we all knew what the other was experiencing, then this world could be a better place. But let us always try to make others feel something positive whenever we can and embrace our beauty through a smile every once in awhile
