I was trying to post this on twitter, but there was no way for me to get in within the character limit without spamming my follower’s feeds. I only hope that someone reads this.
So let’s get right to it.
In this life, we meet many people. Some we befriend, and some meet for a few moments only to never see them again. This post is about the people we meet, but don’t necessarily meet us. Now I’m trying to speak about this in the least creepiest way, so bear with me.
Since the beginning of my college career, I’ve met people who haven’t met me. What I mean by this is that they were usually people in higher places, who didn’t have the opportunity to talk to the crowd. But these two people in particular who influenced me were both motivated, passionate, individuals. They knew their goals and aspirations and chased after them. They were (and still are) people who had enough recognition to give talks. I’d attended talks by the both of them (and no, this isn’t some creepy story about me liking college professors).
The thing about these two individuals was that, where I had felt like I had personally met them by attending their talks, they hadn’t met me. And I’m not the super gutsy type to introduce myself to people right on the first meet.
So I had met them, & learned from their stories and experiences of chasing goals, but they had never met me. And while I still know of them both & follow them on social networks, they don’t know me. And sometimes I think that I’ll never properly get to meet them unless our roads collide. I’m not upset or regretful that I never talked to either of them, but a part of me hopes that somewhere our roads will meet. But for now the most I can do is support their work & hope that it gets them someplace they want to be. A hopeful supporter that wishes nothing but the best in the least creepiest way.