The Ghosts

Have you ever felt haunted?

I can assure you, that you're not the only one.

I'm not talking about those white stereotypical ghosts, hovering two feet above the ground. I'm talking about real people who, for various reasons, show up in your mind on a, monthly, weekly or maybe even daily basis. They own a second of your day. You even named this second after them in your personal dictionary. Haunting your mind and making you remember this specific impact they left you with, with all your senses in play.

No matter if we got hurt, fascinated, amused or sad, it is a fact that some people create a uniqueness for you; call it a higher destiny, a bond between two people that some higher power had planned out. A ghost could for example be "the one that got away"; a bond you never got to fully investigate or experience. Who knows what it could have turned out to be.

Some people leave a big impression on you, without even being that different from everybody else. Why is that? How can some people take up so much capacity in your mind? Just after one conversation, or even just the imaginary conversation that could have taken place, you know something special just happened. This particular connection is comparable to the ectoplasm that ghost are said to be made of, I believe.

The thing about ghosts is that movies taught us they have a possibility to find "the eternal peace" and disappear from haunting the scary house. I don't think that peace can ever be found in my interpretation of being a ghost. To make this thought a bit clearer to you guys, I wanna present two of my ghosts to you. Hopefully, these two people can make you identify a ghost of your own. Maybe two.

The Girl In Blue

A couple of years ago I took the train. I believe I was in a state of mind, which made me more receptive to the impressions of my surroundings; I saw this girl.

She was standing with two of her friends about 10 feet away from my seat leaning over a kind of railing. The way they were dressed, all three of them, gave me an idea about their destination being a prom of some kind.

The girl was wearing a blue dress, high heels, red lips and her hair pulled back from her face.

I can't explain what happened for the next 10 minutes, but as I watched this girl, I felt like i got to know everything about her. You could tell she wasn't a girl getting compliments or being familiar to feeling pretty in this world; but she was. And for some reason, just for this one night, she seemed completely transformed, believing in this herself as well. Even with her hesitant body language and insecure use of eye contact, you could feel how much she believed in herself for this one night. I remember, that all I wanted to do, was to go over there and tell her how beautiful she looked; I believe that action would make her believe in herself, even after this night had ended. But I didn't. Such a pussy. And perhaps this is the reason why she afterwards became a ghost to me. My thoughts, often, bestows a second on her, and I'm so happy they do. As if they were actually the compliment she never received from me. The action I rejected.

The Believing Guy

I've always seen myself as being agnostic, meaning I believe in some sort of higher power that we people can't control; something undefined and greater. But I've never believed in God. I guess believing in him, if you can even say that, is something I admire very much. It's just not me.

A little while ago, I met this guy who changed my way of thinking in many ways. The first time I met him, he was wearing this bracelet with the letters WWJD on. My first thought went to James Dean. Maybe world wide James Dean or something would be my first guess on the code. He explained to me how this bracelet was about his believes, and stood for; what would Jesus do. I didn't suddenly start believing in something new, but I opened my mind to the opportunity. This guy was inspiring in many different ways. Many ways that people might never find out; but I believe I did. And this makes him a ghost to me.

Everytime I see a blue dress, I summon the girl, and every time I pass by a church, the guy shows up in my thoughts. It's like a set of life lessons we people never got to accomplish in a way we maybe hoped, but it kinda happened with the best possible solution. Ghosts are never forgotten, nor leaving; they make us think, and keep thinking in new ways. It's a shame that the dictionary defines them as scary creatures, when they actually the strictly opposite.