Just a Thought

Hey Peeps.

So I went to New York the other day. (Turns out I'm the World's Worst Shopper. Seriously, if you planned on getting anything from me prepared to get at least a bit disappointed.)

And I'm walking down the street.

And all around me are these people, the people that make up the 8 million plus people that are living in and looking at New York at any one time.

And usually, I don't look at them. Cause really, you can't. You shouldn't. Social Taboo, or anxiety, or just regular old human nature prevents you from staring at these people. You begin to treat them as just a part of an obstacle course that fate, or society, or nature has set in front of you.

But I'm looking at them.

Looking directly at their faces.

I want to see them. I mean, who are these strangers, these pedestrians, these humans walking down the street in the opposite direction as me? Who are these people, these shoppers and striders who refuse to look me in the eye.

And the more I look at them, the more I want to know them. I want to know them as I know myself. I want to see what makes them tick, what makes them happy, and sad, and angry, and thoughtful, and disappointed. I don't want to see them as just random strangers on the street, silent and lonely and then disappearing forever.

And suddenly, they're not just to be a distraction, fleeting and forgotten.

These...strangers. They are people.

They inhabit this world, and they have the same insides as me, and breathe the same air as me, and sometimes even have the same thoughts as me. Perhaps, they're trying just as hard to me to find out about people, and look just as hard into my face, trying to find out what makes me tick.

They are real.

Just as real as you.

Just as real as me.