The Chronicles of Nothing

Have you ever wondered what impressions you give to other people when they just have a split second of their life to share with you? When the only thing that you will be contributing to their life will be the snapshot that you give them in the iota of time in which their eyes settle on you?

For most people, I would imagine that the answer to the above question would be a blank stare, a no, or a nervous laugh before edging their way out of my presence for all eternity, but really...think about it. Many times during the day, you just happen to glance at some person randomly, and catch them in a total natural act, such as picking their nose at a crossing, engaging in a snarl fest with some other person through their mobile phone, or stumbling on a lose stone in a busy pedestrian street in the centre. And if you had to think about it, that would, most times, be the only time you will ever see that person, and that his input to your existence would be that single moment. More interesting is that this also works vice versa.

This does not mean that you have to go round in permanent paranoia and refuse to do anything remotely human, such as sneezing, laughing, frowning, or adjusting your bra strap... the point that I'm trying to make is that we stumble into other people's lives in millions of ways each day, and many times without knowing. Our every act or thought forms part of this great scheme of life we happen to be part of and results in continuous chronicles of life ... our life ...

What I refer to as the chronicles of nothing.