It's a Small World After All
- Leah Nash
- Sep 10
- 4 min read
Sometimes the greatest adventure is simply a conversation. Amadeus Wolfe
You would be surprised how a simple conversation could lead to something greater. Nowadays, genuine connections are rare because we communicate through phones, social media, or through other people. As a society, we forget the importance of a raw, personal conversation; a face-to-face discussion can make all the difference. We were created for human interaction, not to shy away in fear that we may be disliked or embarrass ourselves. In our twenties, especially, we should prioritize meeting people and developing relationships because you truly never know if an opportunity may arise.
This entry is not about networking, but I wanted to dial in on this topic for a second. We are all trying to discover ourselves, figure out who we want to be, and determine if our goals are attainable, right? What better way to do so than to bounce ideas off similar individuals? A career opportunity may appear, or you could have the adventure of a lifetime. We would be doing ourselves a dishonor if we were afraid to open ourselves up. I am the biggest advocate for introducing yourself first. Not only does it build your confidence, but you set the standard right away. You are letting the other person know, "Hey, I find it important to know who you are, so I want you to know who I am." What’s the worst that could happen? Maybe they don’t shake your hand. Maybe they ignore you. So what? At least you made the effort. In a world with billions of people, one person’s lack of response doesn’t define your worth. Rejection isn’t failure—it’s practice. It builds character, resilience, and confidence. So speak up, introduce yourself, and make the connection. Take up space. Show up as you are. Because the right people—the ones who matter—will recognize your energy and add value to your life.
I created this blog not just to explore self-growth, but to share real experiences—both big and small. Whenever something moves me or touches my heart, I feel compelled to write about it. My hope is that these stories reach someone who may be feeling like life is heavy or exhausting. Because even when you are at your lowest of lows, good things still happen. And sometimes, we just need a reminder that they exist. If my words can offer that to even one person, then writing them is worth it.
In May, my best friend, Abbey, and I took a small trip to Las Vegas, Nevada--only three days and two nights. We had no idea what to expect, but I think I can speak for both of us; we were not expecting to gain a beautiful friendship out of it. After all, what happens in Vegas...stays in Vegas. Well, we beat the odds, and our friend did not stay in Vegas.
She and I decided to check out Blake Shelton's bar, Ole Red, on Sunday night. We were about to go on the elevator to the rooftop while the band was on break, but we were stopped by a security guard. He informed us that the elevator reached capacity and we would have to wait. While waiting, we started bickering with him. In three short minutes, we somehow managed to form an alliance. The rest of the night, he would come up to us, dance, take our photos, or simply banter. The three of us connected so well that Abbey and I waited for his shift to be over so we could hang out after. Long story short, we stayed out until four in the morning, laughing the hardest we have ever laughed. However, all good things must come to an end. We parted ways, not expecting to see him again.
Fast forward to Labor Day Weekend, August 31st-September 2nd, I am picking up the same man at the DTW Airport. The three of us kept in contact, not every day, but enough for him to be comfortable booking a plane ticket to see us. And it was as if no time had passed. We spent the holiday weekend at Abbey's lake, riding jet skis, jumping (being thrown) off the boat, and enjoying quality time with our other friends. We wanted to give him the good ole' Michigan experience because, after all, he showed us around Vegas. It was only right for us to do the same. It was a weekend for the books, one that all of us agreed should have never come to an end. Unfortunately, despite our best efforts and one cancelled flight later, it did, and we sent him on his way. God has a strange way of circling people back, though; after all, it is such a small world.
The reason I am sharing this experience is that a simple three-minute conversation with a stranger turned into something beautiful, a friendship worth the distance. It is crucial at our age to meet people, and to keep these people close if they make life brighter. In no way is this life easy, but to find people who make it a tad more manageable, that is something indescribable. It's the whole point, you know?
Connect, form genuine relationships, take risks, and hell, book a plane ticket. Because why would you not want to put yourself out there if it means you gain something meaningful out of it?
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