What it means to live.

Today, I met a man.
A man amongst men. A man whom I lookup to, because of that 5 minutes of our lives, when we crossed path.

The gray in his hair tells me that he’s around the age of 40. A well groomed man who brims with confidence. He has an aura around him, that tells of a man who once wielded great power. A man whose influence reaches hundreds… I know, because he influenced me.

He paces. Not slow, nor fast. But he paces with a speed that forces you to fall to his side and walk with him. His chin is high, even though he’s a head shorter than me. His chest is up, even though he has a pot belly from aging. His voice clear, even though his throat shakes from overuse. His tone: commanding, soothing and calming at the same time makes it hard to ignore…

His eyes, are forever closed. I fantasize about staring into his eyes. I want to know, what kind of eyes does a person like him has. But I will never find out. Such torture.