A Witness to Our Lives

I used to think that ultimately what we all want is a witness to our lives… someone who listens to the daily grumbles of our day… someone who can watch us trip and fall. What would our lives be if we had no one to share them with? Kind of like, how tasty is a chef’s meal if there’s no one to savor it? How good is a book if no one ever reads it?

But then it occurred to me, that more than a witness, what we truly want is a partner in crime. After all, you could be standing in a room full of people to witness your glory, yet still feel like the loneliest person there. What we really want is not only a person who hears us – but listens to what we say… A person that not only applauds you, but embraces you.

My favorite analogy to life is the road. All roads start somewhere and are designed to take you elsewhere. And along the way, you’ll see signs, run red lights, pass landmarks, get lost, turn back around, change lanes, make pit stops, take the wrong exit, approach T-junctions, and ultimately arrive at your destination. Sometimes you’ll race ahead, sometimes you’ll hit a speed bump. And whether you’re crammed in between four people in the back seat or stuck alone in a traffic jam, you can still feel like the only person on the road. Let’s face it… the ride is more enjoyable when there’s someone sitting in shotgun.