Sonder

Last post of the night, promise! I just saw this quote on http://iwastesomuchtime.com/index.php. I have found myself often thinking about this and it just amazes me how big and complex the world is. We don't usually stop and think of the people we pass on the street or the person driving the car passing us on the freeway. So I was delighted to find to this, as it holds a kind of wonderment for me

Sonder: n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own- populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries, and inherited craziness- an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.