I was hanging in a tree last night, when suddenly this other baboon came flying by. "HE WONT EVEN SEE ME, LET ALONE TALK TO ME... he is from another species.... and I am but me" , I thought. But he stopped and stared....
There is space for all of us in this world. Now matter how hairy or not hairy you are. The determination of the mere encounter of the passersby in your life must and will have an impact somewhere in your life. Encounters.... even just eyecontact rubs off. The question I think one need to ask is: what am I going to make with this encounter? Is it going to stay eyecontact, or is it going to change my life?
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