Life by the Window
I'm a Watcher. I like to observe the world; I love listening to stories and reading what other people have had to say; I am an indiscriminate gatherer of information. I gravitate toward windows, both physical and metaphorical: doorways, books, photographs, artwork. When you're at a "window," it's not out of place to just hang around and observe or listen without participating in what's going on. People at windows are naturally seen as observers. Sitting by a window you can watch the snow falling outside; you can listen to an old man share stories from "back in the day"; you can read about the finer points of life as a Japanese geisha; you can see the night sky as a collection of swirling fiery streaks through the eyes of Vincent van Gogh.Just observing. Granted, life is by nature a participatory endeavor, but sometimes it's a great luxury to sit by a window and soak in an experience not your own. Often we can learn the most, after all, by seeking outside your own limited point of view.
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