I think it’s beautiful how you can look into another person’s life without actually being a part of it. I can witness the laughter you share with a friend as you walk around your city, I see and maybe even feel a bit of the thoughts or emotions you experience as you share them, the things you share give me insight into your interests or how you want to be perceived. Well, I might be wrong with what I label my observations of you as, but I have witnessed a part of you. 

 I don’t have to be you to know a part of your experience. maybe that makes some people uncomfortable or maybe it gives a sense of comfort instead. You can be sitting at a random bench staring at nothing and you will still be a part of the world. You can be sitting at home watching Netflix all day and you would still be a part of the world. Maybe we know the same people but the two of us will never really meet, maybe I’ll be a passing name in one of your conversations and your name passing in one of ours. maybe we’re connected through a string of reblogs or shared content, we pass each other by one day without knowing. 

Sometimes I cannot help myself but to observe and witness the small moments people around me have as I am there around them. Walking somewhere for their lunch break, driving in their car alone, walking somewhere with a friend or family member or lover. witnessing the reunion between two people who hadn’t seen eachother in a while or long time, witnessing the first meeting of two strangers.

I find myself laughing as I witness a public rejection between two strangers, a warm laughter as I witness a lover’s reconciliation, hiding a laugh as I accidentally hear a funny joke. I feel sympathy and compassion as I witness the hidden tears of a stranger. I find myself looking in awe as I notice an attractive stranger…

i don’t have to know the whole story to know that you are living your own life and having your own experience. And I just find that so beautiful.