have you ever had the realizations when looking at others that they’re living a life just like you are. for a really long time, i admit that I failed to do so. it had to have been when my grandmother passed away, i realized that every human on earth is not there to stand as fill ins or props for your life. they’re going through their own day, their own struggles and their own lives, just like I am. what really made me finally embrace these thoughts was my anger that the world continued to spin when my grandmother passed away and myself along with my family were experiencing this pain from a great loss. why were my friends still able to smile? why did my professor still teach like everything was okay, even after i told her what happened. why were these people so insensitive to what i was going through? when the reality of it was, they weren’t insensitive. they just had their own lives. they had people they loved who died. they had jobs and classes they had to go to. they had bills to pay and mouths to feed. they all were doing the exact same thing that i was. living. once i graduated from those self centered thoughts, i continued having this train of thought. every now and then, i find myself staring into the laugh lines and wrinkles on a random strangers face, and think.. they’re going through something. whether good or bad, they’re living a life like mine. it may be similar or a polar opposite but they’re pushing through each day the same way i am. with a heartbeat like mine and worries all their own, i think: what do I NOT know about this person? plenty i’m sure. i love to paint by the way…what you didnt know about me.
whitty lianne 