Connect To Connect

I saw a sign on the doors of an elevator today. "Open Up."
It was an advertisement, but I can't remember what was being advertised.
When I see signs, I look at them differently.
They aren't just signs. They are 'signs.'

Sometimes I do have a hard time opening up.
To certain people about certain things. Most do. Most never do.
I can't expect that of anyone. Or anything of anyone.
I'd love for people to be open with me. I do want that, but can't expect that.
I want to be a person they feel comfortable being open with.
Even about little things.

I don't open up to most people. Talking to them.
In writing, it's so much easier. I can write the words out, lay it out there.
One thing I have noticed from making observations
is that most people aren't very open with themselves
and this could be a huge part of the reason that they can't be open with others.

"What would it and will it take to be open with myself?"
To connect, we have to form the connection.
It's sort of like how we plug our cell phones
into a source of electrity to recharge them.
What do we plug ourselves into to recharge ourselves?
Do we plug ourselves into anything?
Or do we just think sleeping will be sufficient?
Do we connect to ourselves on any kind of a level? If so, how?

Or are we the ones standing there, waiting for the elevator
to 'open up' and take us to 'the next level'?
What if there is no elevator? What if we have to take the stairs?
Step by step by step by step.... All the way to the top or the bottom?
What if we fall down the stairs? What if we trip?
That isn't on our minds when we enter the stairwell.
We just think about going up or down. There's no sideways, though.
There's no horizontal, only vertical. No diagonal, either.

It's like this. Because we're not thinking about the stairs, themselves.
We're thinking about using the stairs to get somewhere.
Or using the elevator, not the elevator itself.

I didn't look at the elevator today because I was going to take it.
Or because I was expecting to see that sign.
It caught my attention as I was walking past it.
Otherwise I wouldn't have any reason to look there.
But someone thought it would be a good place to put a sign. And it was relevant.
People are watching the doors, waiting for them to 'open up.'

When a sign catches my attention, it's something I was meant to see.
No matter where it happens to be, or how it was meant, or what it says.
Things like this mean whatever we decide that they do.
That is the beauty of it that not many people see.
Most people would call that crazy. Or call me crazy. Whatever.

Sometimes we find things in places we never expected to find them.

Sometimes the writing's on the bathroom wall,
at a gas station, in the middle of nowhere.

Sometimes it's in a book you didn't want to read
because you judged the book by its cover.

There is so much more than what meets the eye. SO much more.
Look closer, look deeper.
Tell me what you see and I'll tell you what I see.
We don't have to look at things the same way or see the same things.
That's also the beauty of it.
Look for the beauty of it and you'll find it. In everything.