Stranger's lives

It's hard to imagine that you are a stranger in most people's lives. Just another person they pass on the street or bump into in the grocery store. Their heads are full of their own ideas their own worries, they have their own plans for the weekend. Some people that you see, you won't ever see again. It's hard to imagine that your choices probably don't impact every person you see. We only see out of our own eyes, it's makes sense that were a little selfish, a little self centered. It's easy to forget that your choice in clothes or anecdotes or your running after the bus, doesn't play the same part in the lives of others, as it does in your own. I worry how others see me, I wonder if I'm getting my point across. When I see a stranger I admire them, and ask why I don't treat myself the same way. Most of the time you aren't being criticized, or laughed at, sometimes you aren't being thought of at all. Take peace in that, take comfort in knowing you aren't always being examined, sometimes you can just exist. 

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