Sunday, September 22, 2013

The Apartment On The Avenue


The apartment on the avenue stood on a corner , towering over all the single family homes . Life here within the walls of the eight units has been bustling with life's troubles , trials and triumphs . Much ado about nothing playing in full 

force . 

Arriving back from  work one early morning , I noticed how full with cars  the parking lot was , spilling over into the surrounding streets . When did that happen ? Moving in three years ago , there were only three of us here . There was plenty of room for everyone , but that wasn't the case any longer . The apartment on the Avenue was full , full of life . 


Wondering when that change actually happened is a mystery to me , but isn't that how life really is ? Change occurs all around us little by little , but we are oblivious to it until we are faced with the finished product . It's no wonder we are completely taken off guard and unprepared , filled with shock and dismay as to why it all happened in the first place . 

The occupants of each unit right smack in the middle of their own story , some happy , some sad and some wishing they even had a story . The shouts of pain , anger or laughter echoing  through the vents and hallways like a whistle announcing the beginning , middle and end of a stage in their lives . Each of us locked away in our apartment , but yet , right in the middle of our neighbor's lives , listening  to their story unfold . 

How many times have I wanted to scream out  " No , don't do that  " , or " Please , don't say that " , but have kept my words to myself . I am the intruder , aren't I ? This isn't my story to tell or live , I'm just a silent uninvited guest unbeknownst to you . Your life is no secret to me . 

The people who dwell in the apartment on the Avenue will change from time to time  as well as their stories . They will come and go as the seasons sometimes cold , sometimes hot and sometimes feeling just right . Oh, if the building could speak of all the stories past , the secrets we would know . Maybe , they're better off left unsaid . 

Have a Blessed day everyone . 


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