I am surrounded by faceless forms, by body-less souls. All I see are thousands of the same gray-white shapes but they aren’t even shapes. They aren’t human or non-human. They are nothing and yet…something. What are they? People?
In my distracted state, I bumped into one and dropped my bag. The blob I bumped into began to become something more as it called out obscenities and vulgarities. It was barely more than before but instead of a shapeless blob, it now had some defined lines, some sharp aggressive edges, and now appeared larger than before. It also turned a slightly uglier shade. Still a sort of gray but somehow worse to look upon.
Still reflecting on the changed entity, I started to bend down to retrieve my bag from the pavement when another shapeless form got to it first and handed it to me. I wanted to say thank you but I wasn’t not sure how to communicate with these…people? I hope my gratitude came across and I think it did because it started to change like the ugly blob from before. Only this one became slightly smoother and softer looking, almost friendly. I’m not sure how they smile but I would guess this one was smiling at me. It said something as it walked along, I’m not sure what but it sounded pleasant and brightened my day a bit.
I do not know how I got here but I do not want to leave this place. I still mostly see shapeless forms wandering around but some are more pleasant to look at than others. The people I’ve gotten to know the best and keep close to me are the prettiest. Most of them even get more beautiful as time goes on.
They will never know what they look like to me and I will never know what I look like to them but what I do know is that we all enjoy being in each other’s company. They are like paintings that are never finished and get more beautiful to me over time. There are some bad brush strokes here and there and even some bad colors among the more vibrant ones but even those flaws are part of the painting as a whole that I have come to love and appreciate.
So as I move about in this world, I don’t chose what I see. Everyone else has the choice of how they want to appear to me and for everyone else. I think it’s important to understand that while one painting might be ugly to me, they could be someone else’s Mona Lisa. The world doesn’t need another ugly painting so even though that person may have wronged me, I still have the choice of being a vibrant, lovely piece of art for them.
To some you could be a hideous painting or a painting that hurts every time they look at it but to me, when you are still blank, you can be whatever kind of painting you want me to see. So chose right now to show beauty to every person you meet. Show them life and love and what it means to be a good person because every single moment of your life, every new interaction, is your chance to turn it all around and start over as a new painting.