I was watching the sunset the other day from a hill I usually visit, however this time, it was a bit different, same place, same music, same time of the day but different feelings ...
I was gazing into the cars, homes, balconies and a thought hit me; every single one of these people have their secrets and battles that we know nothing about, weirdly we do look alike, we are all lonely somehow or missing someone or in love with someone we probably shouldn't be in love with, we all have flaws and parts we hide from the world and sometimes from ourselves.
They too have dreams and hopes, they too look outside the car or bus window and wonder if there is anybody out there that can feel them, that can see them for they truly are. Do they fear not being accepted if they aligned with their authentic selves? Do they worry about the unknown future? Is the man smoking his cigarette in the traffic happy? Do they contemplate life and their purpose or do they just exist?
The thing is, we are all broken, we are all fighting monsters and that is normal and okay, it's actually through our brokenness that our inner light shines.
You see, everyone is unique and therefore possess a fortune that I nor anyone owns , 7.9 billion people meaning 7.9 billion universes that we know nothing about, and if you ever had the chance to experience one universe out of these, if you were able to connect with one soul and if they allowed you to feel them and carry them with all their secrets, softness, resilience and brokenness, you are one lucky person.
All these thoughts and emotions burst out of me as the sun was setting, and when it disappeared behind the horizon, I thanked God for another day, felt so proud of my battles and imperfections, listened one more time to "Gregory Alan Isakov - Idaho" got in the car and drove back home.
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