A reminder

I try to imagine the lives of others. How they got where they are, what they have seen. I wonder if they felt loved by their mothers. I think of their heartbreaks, of the lives they had imagined for themselves. I imagine them in love and happy, or how they felt on their wedding day. I see them worry about their children, or their grades, I see the laughs they have shared or the sadness they have felt. I think of their families, and their jobs, and the crushes they have. I wonder what they think of as they fall sleep. I think of the lonely, the cruel, the bitter. I think of what happened to them, what life they've lived through, what stories they have to tell. I imagine their life and compare it to mine. I try to be understanding.       

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