Everyone Has A Story

Years ago when my dad died, I was flying home for the funeral. It was night time and the view out the airplane window was just dots of light along with the glitter of street lights. I distinctly remember thinking that every house light, car headlight was tied to a person with a story. What was that person going through right in that moment? Were they having the best day of their life, the worst day or just somewhere in between?

I think about that moment a lot. I get wrapped up in my own struggle bubble sometimes and watching people helps me break out of that thinking. I spend a lot of time at coffee shops and parks just being around other people. I don’t really have to even watch, just the act of being around people helps me empathize with them and myself.

We’re all just trying to get along with our lives, trying to do our best. Be kind to others because you have no idea what that person is going through. Be honest with others because you might just restore a bit of their faith in humanity.