n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own _ populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness _ an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
dear ollee n bee ~
some thoughts to think about.
i took this image while visiting london a couple of summers ago. one doesn't have to go that far to experience random people passing by.
to those passerby's, we are passerby's.
and we carry on our way ~
ps. so grateful to my pal, miss dorothy for sharing the meaning of sonder.
pss. there's good in this world, mr. frodo, and it's worth fighting for.
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eighty.four | three.sixty.five
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