We talk to friends, to family, neighbours and those who sell us something from behind a counter. What we find difficult is talking to strangers for no apparent reason. We didn’t collide with them in a doorway, causing them to spill all the apples from their grocery bag. We didn’t stand on their toes, nor were we asked for directions to the toy store. And so we remain close-lipped, avoiding eye contact, as if we are ashamed of who we are. We want to invisibilize ourselves, don’t want to be stopped or bothered with a stranger. Why do we do this, I wonder? It thinks me, a lot. We are all lonely, after all, not everywhere but certainly somewhere. A lot on our mind means we are thinking circular thoughts, endlessly twirling the how-tos of a problem until even the mind cannot think rationally. And, as we rush onwards we miss the very thing we need most of all. Human contact. There is a huge wide world out there and, further in, there are cities and towns, villages and settlements, and all of them peopled.
It’s easy, isn’t it, to pull our own life in around us, like a shell, thus becoming too embroiled in our own issues and needs. To be open is for the confident folks, the sociable ones, those who find it easy to communicate, yes? No, unequivocally, No. And those who are shy or feel awkward around conversations often hide their light within their shell, when their story just might help us find the answer we need. Something they say, or the way they say it, their smile, the look in their eyes might tell us that we matter, when most of us think we don’t, not really. We may not even mention our problem, but somehow, and this is the invisible magic of connectivity, they up-skittle our circular thoughts into a straight (and often obvious) line. Offering up our seat on a bus, letting someone go ahead of us in a queue, moving to a smaller table when a big family comes in to a cafe, even though we lose the view, all these and more are little beginnings. Suddenly, ice melts and here is the chance to say something nice about another, their coat, hat, the book they hold, their dog, the weather, anything at all. Kindly words exchanged begin something, and doors fly open. We learn something about someone else, something that stops us chewing over our own problems, something that expands our minds as another’s story, spoken or unspoken, revives us like a cold drink in a heatwave. And yet, and yet, for some bonkers and unintelligent reason, we think we are stronger alone. Let the ‘masses’ get on with their unimportant lives, whilst I manage my own important one. So much rubbish and so isolating, so lonely. To be vulnerable, to risk rejection, to reach out in kindness is a brave, strong thing, one that brings magic in, loads of it. Because if we do this reaching out thing once, we can do it again, and again, and the rewards we will reap will not be a bigger bank balance, but a wider mind, an inclusive life, a feeling of connection and the reduction of loneliness. Some of the loneliest in the world consider themselves rich, living behind security lights and locks and boundaries and minimal communication. And those who do ‘risk’ encounters with strangers, anywhere, everywhere, are the richest of all because they have become an integral and important part of human kind. And, if we could all risk being vulnerable and open, making eye contact, proffering kindness no matter our problems or perceived pressures, the world would be a very different one.