I used to read them, back in the ’80s and ’90s, those missed connections at the back of most major newspapers. One person sees another, thinks there’s chemistry or eye contact and advertises to see if the slight chance that the other person feels the same way, not to mention reads the same newspaper, could lead to something more.
Part of me used to find them funny, or sad, or some combination of both. Now that I deal with all kinds of people on any given day, I’ve come to realize that missed connections may be the most common of all.
Today I read a few people, helped extend healing to a few others, and got some writing and research in. On any given day, a theme will emerge, and today’s was love that had somehow taken a sharp right or left turn, or a connection that were supposed to happen which just somehow … didn’t.
These days tend to make me sad. After all, my years of reading people of all kinds has taught me that we’re so seriously after the same things that no matter where you come from, no matter what your race, creed, color, shape or size, you want to be loved. You want to feel special, to know someone cares about you. To not feel alone.
You want to feel safe and secure. You want to know happiness. And this happiness sometimes depends on forming and maintaining connections with others.
How can we form these connections when we’re moving so fast beyond one another?
How can we see that we may be perfect for someone right in front of us?
And how can we slow down for a few minutes at least, to see the person right beside us, who wants and needs the very same things we do?