She was screaming.
You don’t know what’s happening Gregory!
You just wait Greg, I know what you’re up to!
There isn’t anything I don’t know Gregory!
I walked across the street. What was happening? Why didn’t Greg know? What did she know about Greg? There wasn’t anything she didn’t know. Was she an oracle?
I should’ve talked to her. I could’ve asked her about life. She could’ve help me figure it all out.
I pretended like I did.
Can I ask you something?
There isn’t anything I don’t know Daniel!
What’s the most precious thing you can give to someone else?
Give them a feeling!
Something that penetrates their soul! Get deep! Really deep! Make it bubble up!
Make what bubble up?
You want it to be there in a year! In 5-years! When they’re in a cafe reading a newspaper and they look up and get nauseous thinking of the feeling! You want it to be so good it comes back! It always comes back!
I get it but why are you screaming?
Why do you think! Do you not listen! You’re just like Gregory! You don’t know what’s happening!
Imagining is almost as good as the real thing. Sometimes it’s better. Sometimes worse. Far worse.
She made me feel something. Unintentional or intentional? Who knows. She was talking to Gregory. Gregory didn’t know what was happening.
Her purple top left her stomach uncovered. And the pants she had on were dirty. Maybe she was crazy. Maybe I was crazy for taking lessons imaginary lessons from a screaming lady on the street. Gregory wasn’t. Gregory didn’t know what was happening.
Financial freedom has two extremes. One where you can buy whatever you want. The other where you don’t care about anything. She was financially free. Rich. Rich with the most valuable currency there is. Rich with effect. Effect on others. Effect on me. She had an audience. Everyone crossing the street was in awe. What was Greg up to?
Effect is precious. It can last an instant but be remembered for a lifetime. It can happen once and then again 1000 more times.
You could be sitting in a cafe in 5-years reading the newspaper. Look up for a second. Your stomach does a backflip. And it comes back, the feeling all over again.
How she smiled at you.
Or how she screamed from across the street.
Once you give a feeling to someone, it’s there. Always there.