As I wait for the shortest train that I have ever seen to be ready, a guy come towards me and ask to sit next to me - as you do. My reply; “of course you can.” He began asking me questions, and I initially did what most Londoners do replying to each closed question with “uh”& “ahh okay”. I also mixed in an obvious “I’m about to listen to some music” moves.
At some point, I remembered that he just came out of prison. I also understood that sometimes, we just want to speak to someone. I turned around and became honestly invested in the conversation. I ended up having a full blown discussion with him for the next 40 minutes. Midway through, he pulls out two Stella Artois’ and comments “I need this, I'm about to see my ex again. I'm going to my family now, and she's gonna be there.” I chuckled, because I understood the feeling all too well.
We talked the prison system, politics, him being lost in London for 6-weeks and of course, religion. It was definitely one of the more intriguing conversations I’ve had with a stranger. Below is something that he said that stood out for me. His ownership of feeling lost and at a crossroads is interesting. I resonated with his understanding of his being empowered by his agency, he chooses what happens next. Upon departing, he said thank you for my listening - but I couldn’t be more appreciative of his candidness. I hope for the best for him, no matter what he chooses.
“Spirituality, I’m feeling good mate. All I’ve got to do is put things into perspective now. Where I’m going on now, from here. Do I want this or do I want that? I’m at a crossroads now. That way or that way, which one do I choose?”