It's strange how we're all the same yet so different. Strange how we're all capable of the same emotions, yet still, no one seems to really understand anyone. We're blinded by our own little worlds and sometimes it's the little things that bring us back: orange streaks of light breaking through pale, dusty clouds, candles burning low at night, gentle whispers from the wind or the realization of just how small we really are, looking up at a star-strewn sky.
And now I'm bound and determined to go be creepy-friendly toward strangers.
I've been thinking a lot about how we're blinded by our own little worlds a lot lately, oddly enough.
And yes, it is quite fascinating, isn't it?
People used to often talk to me at bus stops. So these strangers would tell me about their lives then get on a bus and I never saw them again. So I'd be left standing there with stories that I didn't know what to do with. It was both sad, yet kinda cool.
And that's so cool! I love learning about others, and about their lives. Sadly, I'm not just that great with talking to people I don't know. I need to change that.
So do I, though I'm always taken aback by it. I don't usually have to say much, just seem interested (I must have that kind of face XD ).