Inspired Without Meeting
Many times, we don’t have to meet someone to feel inspired by them. Sometimes, the way a person is seen, spoken about, and admired by others is enough to quietly yet powerfully touch our hearts.
Something similar happened to me recently.
Without meeting her, without knowing her personally, without even seeing her, I felt profoundly inspired by someone—so much so that a silent desire arose within me: I want to live like that.
After a long time, I met a close friend. As friends do, we spoke endlessly—about life, its changes, its chaos, its beauty, and everything in between. Somewhere in the flow of this long, comforting conversation, she unexpectedly began talking about a woman—let’s call her Miss X.
Miss X was once her client and has now become a friend. As my friend spoke about her, there was a softness in her voice, a quiet reverence that couldn’t be missed. She described Miss X as deeply inspiring and incredibly beautiful—but not in ways that can be measured or explained.
It was not just her energy or her aura, though those were unmistakable. It was the warmth she carried—the kind that doesn’t announce itself, yet fills the room. The kind you don’t see with your eyes, but feel somewhere deep in your chest. A warmth made up of small, unspoken nuances: the way she listens, the way she looks at people, the way her presence alone makes others feel safe, seen, and valued.
This is the kind of love for which there are no perfect words.
No vocabulary can fully describe it.
Yet it is profound, powerful, and transformative.
My friend shared how Miss X blesses everyone she meets—not as a habit, but as a genuine inner response. She celebrates people simply for existing in her life. She makes others feel special not because she tries to, but because she truly feels they are special. She celebrates love, blessings, and human connection with an authenticity that cannot be taught.
She blesses everyone around her—her staff, her guards, her friends, even her friends’ staff. She holds their hands and prays for them. Quietly. Sincerely. Without any need to be seen doing it.
Miss X once hosted a lavish buffet for the labourers who worked in her home, thanking them with gifts. But her gratitude went even deeper. She asked each one of them who the most special person in their life was—and then ensured that gifts were arranged for those people as well. It wasn’t generosity for display; it was love in action.
She prays for everyone she knows. And when she knows someone is struggling, she prays for them silently—without informing them, without expecting acknowledgment, without seeking credit.
She is someone who cherishes everyone. Someone who is not just in love with God, but feels like God’s first love—and holds God as her own first love too.
By simply being who they are, such people inspire and motivate us to raise our own inner standards—to up our game, to expand our vision, and to live life more fully and more generously. They show us how to love, not by preaching about love, but by giving it unconditionally to all.
They may be no one to us in a worldly sense.
Yet they find a permanent home in our hearts.
Without meeting them.
Without seeing them.
Without knowing them personally.
They hold space within us forever.
I don’t know exactly which chord within me this story struck. I don’t have the perfect words to describe it. But I know this—something shifted deeply inside me that day.
My perspective on love changed.
My way of feeling, of relating, of living softened and expanded.
I now wish to celebrate people more.
To love more freely.
To live bigger.
I wish to celebrate life the way Miss X does.