People watching

Yesterday, I was sitting on my stoop just after coming home from a productive day at work trying to relax my brain from the information overload of the day. Everyone was just ending their work days so the streets were teeming with people, old and young, beautiful and average, rich and poor. People from all walks of life just roaming the streets idly or rushing off to the next place they had to be.

It was a beautiful sight. Hundreds of people (okay, maybe I’m exaggerating here) going about their daily lives in a city where no one really cared what they were doing. Nobody but me.

I like to just sit in public places and stare out into the sea of people passing by. In my head, I make up epic tales of overcoming hardships and of love conquering all. That bald man standing at the corner waiting for a taxi to notice his flailing arms was rushing home to cook dinner for his loving wife and save her from her humdrum life. The pretty young thing strutting down the street in her tight skirt and stiletto heels begging for attention is actually a successful business owner who is smarter than you would ever give her credit for.

Each person has a story. I like to make up ones of hope and happiness which in turn only drive me farther on my journey to self discovery and growth. On one of my soul searching expeditions, I came across an essay about how we should not judge people we do not know because each one has a great story behind them.

God is not done with me yet. I am a work in progress.

This makes me sound hypocritical. After all, everyone makes some sort of judgment at one point or another. But truth still resounds in the words of the author. How can we judge something that is not finished? It would be like saying a painting will be hideous when all we’ve seen of it is a rough sketch, a few light pencil strokes here and there.

I am a work in progress and I will become a masterpiece. God is not done with me yet.

Slowly but surely. Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.