Looking at people on the metro or downtown is so bizarre to me. To think all these people essentially have their own universes.
A reality that centers around them. For a brief moment maybe we look into each others eyes. Maybe in that second I get a brief glimpse into their universe.
I'm a loner to the extreme. I watch people from afar. I don't have any friends... aside from my brother and an old friend or two I talk to online.
I can tell that the universes of most people are very different from mine. People seem like they saw something unusual when we make eye contact.
I don't think they're frightened... I hope not.
Life can be sad. The lady in the counter at the metro looks so lonely in her little glass booth. Everyday she'll return there. Working day in and day out.
We find a place in this world, we find a function we can do, and then it repeats. It's so easy to get sucked into that ... To become a walking zombie... Repeating the same day in and day out.
Life is so short so precious. How easy it is to overlook someone like that. How easy it is to be rude to the person making your coffee. How easy it is to forget that every person is the center of a vast universe, centering and gravitating around them, throwing experience and emotions at them like waves in the sea.
We are all important.