There were many times I just sit down somewhere and ponder on my own, deep in thoughts about all the wonderful memories and stories I had. There were so many that I lost track of, both the memories and the time. I looked on my surroundings and saw several people walking pass by me and therefore I wonder, what are their stories?
This thought started one lousy Friday evening and I was just being the lazy person that I am on a night I was expected to party all night; but instead, I bought a bottle of wine, popped it open, and went on to spend the rest of the night watching Netflix – I am currently watching American Horror Story and by the way, it is awesome.
Anyway, I decided to stay in on a Friday night because of work and brunch shifts suck ass but somebody have to save up for travels! Also, I start at 8 A.M! Back in the days, I have done numerous Friday night drinking sessions with friends and co-workers and still be able to be on time at work the next day at 7 A.M and work 12 hours with a massive hangover. For some reason, it has been difficult lately. At the tender age of 25, is it all because age is catching up with me? I wish not but the idea is scary – and stupid.
However, on this Friday night, I also had a good chance to catch-up with some articles and videos I saved earlier to read and watch whenever I have the time and I came across this one video about some of the weirdest item smuggled through customs and boy, was I weirded out! One person literally tried to smuggle a decapitated head for voodoo magic purposes! I was literally like, “what the fudge!”. Whatever my reaction was I still came to think about the kinds of people I came across in every palce I have ever stepped on, and a question always comes in my mind and that is ‘what are their stories?’.
For instance, are those well-suited men and properly dressed ladies who are flying to Helsinki from Vaasa are business men going to attend a very important meeting, what are their stories? Do they love their job? Are they nervous to attend this meeting? I think I’ll never know.
How about those people I came across who are probably trying to escape from reality. Are they there because they want to leave and be somewhere else new to them just so those past memories will have a hard time finding them? Or are they there at that moment thinking about the alternative reality they’re about to experience? I know I had those moments in life. I wish I’d know their stories.
It is so hard to imagine what tales all people you have encountered have or had or will have. How did we all ended up in one place and be with different exciting journeys ahead of us? It would be interesting to ask questions around, where are you heading and why? As much as would love to do that let’s face the fact that it is creepy and intrusive to just ask random people these questions. On the other hand, why not?
I’m a curious person and possibly a snoopy one too but normally I have good interest when I approach people. I love hearing other’s stories and especially their greatest moments. It gives me hope and a bunch of positive energy when I hear wonderful tales.
When I travel, I always want to talk with locals. Hear their side of the story why this certain place is so special for them and what can they tell about living in that area for such long time. For instance, when I traveled to Bohol, Philippines – I came across this man who is a good friend to the hostel owner where we stayed. He was born and bred in the area and according to him, locals from Bohol are honest people with only the best interest to its visitors. I witnessed that right, he was very honest himself. He was our tour guide the whole time we were there and he did extra trips for us, he also told us wonderful stories about how he became so good friends with the hostel owners – who are originally from France and fell in love with the country and its people.
Our tour guide gave us a real brief history of the place and as well was patient enough to answer all our questions and inquiries, he was a good man and when I was paying him I gave him a little extra (it is common in the Philippines to hand tips) but refused to take it. He said it was ‘too much’ but I insisted and he looked at me with a really humble smile and waved us goodbye as we left to our next destination, his stories about life and living in Bohol and as well about his friendship with the locals and foreigners who settled on the island was so inspiring, especially how a man who has so little can be so generous and humble all at once. It taught me to be good to others, it taught me to practice kindness – and that wisdom, for me, is priceless.
It is mind-boggling to think about all of these whenever you come across someone who caught your attention. However, I’m always curious and will always be and that’s why I love reading blogs about travels and inspiring stories – they are the kind worth reading on times when I need a little lift me up or an inspiration.
Such a life full of tales and mystery! I love to phantom all the possible realities.
TO WRAP THIS ALL UP
There are no stories that are the same. Obviously we all know our stories are unique on its own no matter how similar they may sound compare to others “same, same but different” so they say and this, with good interest, is the reason why I wonder about your stories. It is out of a curious mind and a hungry adventurous imagination that needs inspiration to keep on running. You understand what I mean, we all have that appetite. Right?
HOW ABOUT YOU?
- Do you get curious about other’s stories as well?
- What is the greatest story you ever heard and why does it inspire you?
- Last but not the least, what are the stories behind your great adventures? (sneaky question from me, right? haha!)
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