“There are so many people. It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined. ” - John Green
This quote from one of my favourite authors has really been playing on my mind as of late. Isn’t it astounding that every single person you meet is living a life as crazy and detailed as yours?
They are not an extra in a film starring you. They are not a poster in the background, or a robot designed merely to make your life look busy. Each person has dreams, goals, and ambitions.
They each ate something different for breakfast, after waking up from a dream that may have scared or inspired them. They might have woken up next to someone they love, or in a house filled with people they despise. They are on their way to a job which may or may not be the job they’re been working towards their entire life.
They are each individuals, just as unique as you.
I have two jobs, one of which is a weekend job. This weekend job has completely opened my eyes to this concept.
You see, every single one of the people I work with does something different in the 5 days a week that I don’t get to see them. They have their own pastimes, their own lives, and although they may share some highlights (or lowlights) occasionally, I will never know the true extent of what their week entails.
It amazes me that sometimes we can be so caught up in our own lives, that we forget how seemingly insignificant we are to so many others - how we could be living a huge rollercoaster of a life, yet to someone else we are simply that person they sat next to on the bus that afternoon.
As I write this, I’m sitting on an aeroplane and flying interstate. There are a lot of different people sitting around me - couples, families, singles. All of them are going to Melbourne for a reason. Is it home? Is it a holiday? Business meeting? Stop over? Some other reason? How long will they be there for? Are they looking forward to it? Have they ever been on a plane before? Who is waiting for them at the airport, if anyone at all?
All these questions will remain unanswered, and that astounds me. It astounds me that if we were to ask every person about why they are on that plane, every single answer would be different.
Doesn’t that just leave you awestruck, when you realise just how big this world is?
And how small we are?
And how every single person you meet and see is living a life that is just as crazy and complicated as your own?