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Who I know you are

'Everyone has at least one secret that will break your heart.'

Each time I meet someone new, it is almost a quest to dig deep enough to see that which makes them who they are. Whenever I have spent the time, I have never been surprised by shallowness or disappointed by predictability.

It is because we settle at the surface, because we don't begin to probe, that we aren't awed by just how beautiful ordinary people are. 

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  1. Anonymous26 April 2013 at 07:21

    I often contemplate, if the person in front of me is an identity made up of personal choices or just the eventual sum of the events of their life. But regardless, I concur, every person walking in the crowd is an alluring tale.

    5-D

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  2. Zoya Brar26 April 2013 at 07:29

    I think there's a bit of both.

    What's your alluring tale?

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    1. Anonymous27 April 2013 at 11:17

      That I hope the person watching me in the crowd feels that,
      "Happiness is not a state to arrive at, but a manner of travelling."
      - Margaret Lee Runbeck

      5-D

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  3. Anonymous26 April 2013 at 14:21

    "... beginning to probe" is of course important. That's a necessary but not sufficient condition. We have to leave our own insecurity at at door (or at least be conscious that it accompanies us), then probe with curiosity, not judgment, and finally, be patient if our inquiry - no matter how silent, invisible or gentle - erects a wall of defense. Why is it so hard? Most people don't make it meaningful enough for us (me?) to begin the journey of discovery. Of those who do, most put up defenses so impenetrable, that it becomes meaningless to go on.

    ANL

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  4. Anonymous for you22 September 2014 at 02:42

    This person sounds like someone I hate to the core! ��
    Anyways, waiting still!
    Yours

    Love you

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