DAY.SIX> Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall...

Been a pretty cool day today. I saw how it was outside but I hardly remember it. I'm sure it was different. This whole week I've noticed has been sort of up and down with weather. It's all the same I suppose at this time of year. I realized a lot today. For one, I noticed that people have a lot to share. There is nothing like listening to someone talk about something they love. I saw this today. When another person is talking about something they are passionate about, watch their eyes light up and their entire persona come alive. It really is an amazing thing. It makes me want to find out what everyone I meet is all about, what each and every one of them indeed do love. Notice their gestures, the flow of the words out of their mouths, not intended to miss a beat - like time is racing against them and they have only a few minutes left to get it all out.

I was talking with a group of people today. And talking in a group of people I feel can be a different experience for each of them. I tend to listen a lot more than I talk in groups whereas one on one I'd probably talk more than I listen.. usually at least. It's always fun to watch how various people address a group though, in groups I feel there is always some type of urgency when something important is being talked about, which is good. Anyway, we were discussing a situation in where we would all have to pick between two choices - starting all over and pressing the restart button, or picking up the pieces from what was left. And this is what I was thinking..

When we dealt with the option of if we could "pick up the pieces", I think the one thing we realized was that there were no pieces left to pick up. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall... blah blah.. couldn't put Humpty together again. What if in this case, Humpty was an idea? I know its weird but maybe certain things in life are not meant to be pieced back together. In tragedy, in unexpected loss, in life and love perhaps there is a point where we are not supposed to try to piece things together again because they are too far removed. What if sometimes we really are supposed to hit the restart button on whatever we are trying to fix? Starting fresh with new ideas, a new perspective, and a new take on how to go about things on a day to day moment to moment basis. Maybe we can forget about the pieces and start re-thinking the big picture. Let's stop trying to put together a 1,000 piece puzzle when there are obviously pieces missing and strive to make a new puzzle, in which we get to pick and choose the amount of pieces that exist and what those pieces look like. Well, that's all for now. I think this post was late.