This is a story about someone that I had the chance to meet occasionally through 2020. Is unclear why and how these gatherings happened, but they were in line with what I was feeling when I accepted those invitations. I was attracted naturally to this person, I was keen to meet with every occasion that appeared.
Today I will try to paint a picture of this man, a man that still makes me curious about knowing him a bit better. When I had the occasion to meet this man for the first time, I was not very much impressed about his appearance, this is not because his appearance is not to be impressed, but rather because I had eyes for something else, and not for looks.
But I remember like yesterday what impressed me about this person. It was the amount of knowledge that he had about a number of things, but mostly business, and things that I am passionately about. I felt very intimated when I have heard the discussion he was having with someone else, so I have immediately left the room, and stop thinking about him. I felt like I could never be able to have a decent conversation with someone like him.
Throughout time the contexts made us meet more often, and I realized that he is still intimidating me for some reason.
Is like a dance what we do. Sometimes he comes forward I move back, and then when I move forward he pushes back. Not sure if this is the right dance to be dancing, but this is just the current reality.
He is fascinating, as he is very different than other people I met. He has edges like a knife, and you never know when you will be cut, and for what purpose. I am intrigued by that. He always seems curious about different things, from different people, and the reason for his curiosity is not to be found. Although his age would imply a more mature approach to things, he sometimes acts like a young boy, which I find very attractive and not at all common.
The things he wants to know about the different people he meets, make me wonder if deep down inside he is not a people person, he has the same deep desires I have, to know the people well and to enjoy their company at the maximum level.
He is in love with nature in all sense and form, he likes to travel, and be outdoors, sometimes I think he would prefer to live outside rather than inside. This passion is so visible in everything he does. I deeply admire his strength to show his passion like this.
He is not very talkative, but when he talks he captures all the attention in the room, of course specially mine. He has knowledge about many subjects, and although he seems to impress people by the number of disputes that he creates around him, I am very curious to know more about him.
He is an artist as well, sometimes I just see him loosing himself when playing the guitar. He is so passionate when he sings, and he puts heart in what he is doing. I am always excited to see him play, and I could just sit and hear him for a longer while.
I do not know much about him, but he is a puzzle that is waiting to be solved, and not just by me, but also by other people. He intrigues me, and I can not do much more to sort out my curiosity. I need to wait and be available, and catch every opportunity to get to know him a little bit more.
As time goes by, I realize that the things that need to happen will happen with or without our involvement. So I think is the same in this case. Whenever I try to get to know the depths of a person, I can not do it, unless context is there. For now I close by respecting this person, and by showing genuine admiration and interest for such an intelligent and artistic being.
I can relate to that, because I feel like I am the same. I am not understood by many, and as I am aging, I realize that I am not liked by many. But, despite that I need to continue to follow my heart, and to be myself in any given circumstance. The wounds that I am carrying are no strange thing, everyone has them, including the artist I am talking about. The fact that we did not reach that moment to share them, does not mean the moment is not yet to come.
And I will be waiting patiently, and with the same curiosity.
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