To An Enigmatic Man

The many changing faces of one man can be unimaginable. Although they all share the basic building blocks given to us through our genetic material the sands of time and experience erodes and shapes our visage adding lines and thoughts to our frail skin. Certain aspects continue to shine through despite all that may or may not transpire in a life. A handsome face, though it may be changed by the perpetual pains of life, always maintains its glow of aesthetic elegance along the same line as a beautiful painting remains beautiful in any light. The same can be said about kindness and most of all the self reassurance of a charismatic figure. When a handsome exterior and a charismatic personality is mixed we are gifted to experience the toiling sea of the enigmatic. I have met such a man. 

To say that I understand such a man would be a lie. I am myself nothing at all special. I have been gifted with a sharp mind and a sharper imagination but I am also cursed with the reality of a face unburdened by time and by beauty. I possess wit and a way with words when placed upon a page but I do not hold the confidence nor the talent of leadership and pride. I am but a man meant to speak of other men, not to be them, and that is exactly what I am doing right at this moment. 

It is difficult to add a three dimensionality to a character I had the pleasure of experiencing for just under 5 weeks. The challenge is heightened by the reality that I possess the life experience of a 22 year old man-child. Perhaps as the years pass me by and if by chance I have the pleasure of experiencing his company a little more he may come into a little more focus but I digress. I am here to give you a snap shot.

The man is thoughtful but not overly so for he still possesses the talent of hinderance, allowing himself to be free of his thoughts and perhaps his consciousness when it is suited for the situation. His talents lay in his ability to understand the conceptual while allowing himself to apply the world of utility. He holds an understanding of mechanics specifically on the design and workings of his trusty bicycle but he allows himself to experience the perpetual subjectivity of art be it from music to the visual arts. He has enough knowledge to understand that he does not truly understand and as such makes judgements simply on his own subjective feelings. By doing so he has respected his own voice by rejecting those screaming at him for artistic conformity in a scene begging for rebellion. 

He is a man who understand the funnier side of life living in a revelry that I don't truly understand myself, being a man who lives within the shadows of his own consciousness. I must be honest I feel a strong jealously towards this man in certain areas. Yet I love him. I suppose the post-modern term for this is "Bromance" and I feel that is accurate. I hold a respect for him that I have not held for any other male counterpart. I hope this changes. I truly hope I can meet many other people like him, filled with a lust for life and a drive for experience that I can only strive to achieve. Yet, looking at his many changing faces over the years I can not help but think that he is one of a kind; an echo of his personality does not exist. So tonight I raise a drink to the ever enigmatic man I met in Montreal and I shall cheer to your health, drink to you happiness, and pour another drink in hopes of meeting you again in the future. If I fail to do so, know this my friend, you have given me a new perspective on the world that seems to want to remain with me. Thank you. Goodnight and good luck.