Tag: conversation

this present moment

A friend recently told me that they only ask questions if it pertains to who a person is right now.

“I want to know who you are, not who you were.”

Not going to lie, my brow furrowed.

I see a strong vein of truth that I agree with, but almost equally powerfully disagree.

I am who I am because of who I was.

A conversation here, a crazy night there, a struggle, a triumph, a journey, a moment.


To only want to know a person in this present moment is to lose the rich tapestry of being alive.

The past gives depth. The future gives growth. The present moment is only a snapshot. I would not be who I am if it were not for the experiences that led me to this moment. I am on a trajectory for tomorrow because of where I am today.

You are always told to live in the present: YOLO, carpe diem, all that.

The present is a beautiful thing. Time is a beautiful thing. But to only know one part, be it any part of their timeline, is to miss the true beauty.

This present moment is a kaleidoscope of memories and dreams, taking a deep breath to appreciate a thousand coincidences and questions that drove you to right here.

This present moment is full of opinions and beliefs that are wildly different from the past – but why? When I meet someone, I don’t just want to know that you agree with me, I want to know why. What led you to be the person you are today?

There’s a story.

A beginning, a middle, and an end.

I want to know you, who you are today. But I want to know where you’ve been and where you are going. I want to know why you justify some things, why you forgive others, what causes triggers and emotions to flare. I want to know what makes you you.

Those answers rarely are found in the present moment.

They grow, they develop, they change.

If I want to know you, I want to know why.

I want you to be genuine.

I want the intimacy that comes with revealing.

I want to share in your joy and laughter, your heartache and pain.

I want to know the past, dream of the future, and have it all come back to this present moment.

an evening away

The last couple of nights, I’ve had the distinct pleasure of dining with delightful company.

This evening, I dined with one of my oldest friends. The night before, one of my newest.

The life of a nomad is exhilarating and lonely. As an extrovert, I am often longing to make connections with people, befriending a stranger and kneading into their story. I keep surprising myself at how utterly fascinating people are – very rarely is their boring, socially-acceptable facade what actually lies beneath the surface.

This evening, I drank a beer and knived a burger, talking about the future with a reflection of the past.

Last night, I watered and sushied and discussed about the abstract and the flickers of history with a member of my present.

I find moments like these to be refreshing. An hour or two to break away from the mundane to listen to the heartbeat of another’s world. That touch of humanity to remind you that you are not alone with your thoughts. That beauty in the laughter of a fresh joke. “Knock knock – who’s there? Interrupting cow. Interruptin–MOOOO!”

It’s moments like these that make me want to pull out a paintbrush and put to canvas the lift in my spirits. It’s nights like these that remind me why I travel: to find a world that changes my own.