Riding down the road at 12:30am.

The only lights are those yellow street lamps and your headlights, beaming on through the night air.

You see a passing car to your left and wonder where they’re headed or what they’re doing. I don’t know about you, but I feel somewhat connected to them.
Well…not physically, of course.

Maybe it’s because we’re both driving at the same time and ended up crossing paths at that exact moment that night. Or maybe it’s because I sometimes like to feel a touch sentimental. Or maybe that’s “just life.”

I also remember having a similar experience fourth of July weekend. A crowd I was in stood up and like one massive unit belted out a unison America the Beautiful. While I was singing, I looked around. It was such an odd feeling. I felt happy. I felt a sense of pride, like finally, everyone was in this together. I realized that if we could all sing this one song together.. Imagine what else we could do?

Well, we couldn’t all find the cure for cancer or end world hunger, but in that moment, at least I found hope.

I always believe that the most memorable moments are those that are not planned, aren’t paid for and aren’t advertised on some billboard screaming “come here, buy this ticket!!”

I have always wanted to go here, do this, plan everything out. But, usually what you plan leaves you somewhat disappointed… Because even though the plans are perfect, it doesn’t mean the experience will be. Of course, if you go in with an open mind, you can’t let yourself down.

While itย is good advice, I have to admit this happens to me more often than not. I expect something, get another. Sometimes I don’t like what I get because it isn’t what I expected.

Looking back on it, I realize that those tiny moments that I didn’t plan were the ones that meant the most to me.

The smile in someone’s eyes, the touch of a loved one, the odd connection of a lone passing car in the night. Those connections that make us enjoy the moment, and one another.

Yours,
Jor

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