baffled and boggled boy

I get caught up in my own life too much. Which is a shame, because I realised a while ago that what I really enjoy is talking to people about their lives - their goals, where they want to be, and what they are doing to get there. But deadlines and workaholic tendencies tend to override that interest.

Nevertheless, I was pleasantly boggled and baffled this evening. And it only took a wee tweak in perception. It isn't the first time I've realised this - but it affects me every time. And I love it.

I looked out the living room window, at the facade of the adjacent building: windows surrounded by the ubiquitous Aberdeen granite. Not very exiting. But the windows! Or rather, the lives that go on just beyond them. And therein lies my sense of wonder and amazement. On the other side of those panes of glass, whole lives are being lived. Laughs, heartache, stress, love, boredom, excitement. Everything. Self-evident, of course... but wondrous nevertheless!

I can't decide if it makes me feel small or big. Probably both.

Wouldn't it be lovely to have tea with the characters behind those windows, and see what they're all about?