Day Nineteen: Nacho's Philosophy

Once again, I am staying at the Raleigh and there is a lot going on at the hotel.  It is overbooked.  They need to send their guests to other hotels.  Coca cola is having an executive retreat here.  They set up a huge tent in the back and have little breakout sessions on the couches.  Last night they were all sitting in a circle playing the bongos.

Ben helped me out and got me a room anyway.  "We want you here," he told me.  I really love this hotel and especially the staff.

This morning, I am having breakfast and I overhear a woman telling the host that she was supposed to stay here, but they moved her to the Ritz.  Thank you Ben :)

There is a photo session for Elle magazine going on this afternoon by the pool. Elle photo shoot at the Raleigh pool

Nacho invites me for a boat ride this afternoon.  He picks me up on his Harley and he shows around Miami on the boat.

Nacho on the boat

Nacho tells me his philosophy.   “If the colors of the rainbow are painted on a yoyo, when you spin it fast enough, it becomes white,” he explains.  “We are those colors.  At one point, we were all white, together.  But in the same way that a white light entering a prism splits into different colors, we were separated into our separate colors too.  We each have a unique color.  For each of us, there are two or maybe three people in this world to which we must bind.  One of these people is the man or woman we fall in love with and chose to spend our life with.   If each person represents one, a couple in love together have the potential to equal one million.  We must find the person who makes us reach a potential we could not find on our own.  Then there are other people in your life, your friends and family, who complete your connection. Until we all make those connections, we will not be whole.  Once we do, we will be white, the sum of all of the colors, and with God.”

On the boat, we see two young men pulling a motor boat on a kayak.  Of course Nacho offers to give them a tow.  It would have taken then at least an hour to paddle to where they were going.  “If you stop when someone is crossing the street, it will make your day better because he will smile at you ten times as he crosses,” he explains.  

The two guys we towed

He is right, that energy is infectious.  In New York, when I leave my apartment, cross the street and order my bagel and coffee at Murray’s bagels on Saturday morning, I have at least fifteen interactions before I make it home to eat my bagel.  Lyla has added to that number because she does the same thing that I do, and I learned this from her.  When you smile at people, they smile back.  And then they smile at other people, and everyone in New York City is smiling.  When you yell at someone for stealing your cab, it could ruin that person’s day.   He is stressed, which stresses the people around him and all of the sudden there is a lot of negative energy.

Nacho tells me that I have a good energy and he hopes I never lose it.  “You have good energy and so you attract good energy,” he says.  I think back six months ago to the routine I was stuck in.  I felt incomplete and purposeless.  Now, I know things will fall into place.  I have decided to never settle for a job or a person that doesn’t make me happy. 

Sunset from the boat

I am a different person than I was a month ago.  This good energy was always in me, but I built walls around it.  Losing my job was the catalyst that brought the walls down.  For the first time in my life, I know who I am and I like who I am.

As I fall asleep, I ponder what Nacho told me earlier today.  He loves to explain things using metaphors.  He said that there is only one person for you in this world.  And you will cross paths, maybe once or maybe many times over the course of your life.  However, you are not guaranteed to make the connection.  You are like a lighthouse; when you’re free, your light is on and the ships come to you but when you are with someone, the wrong person, your light is off and your soulmate may not be able to find you. 

I am comfortable knowing that I haven’t met my man yet.  I am also not concerned.  When it happens, it happens.