how can you look around and not be astonished by it? how all before me came about. it splits me open. all of it. to look at another human and not see the complexity of human existence? i look at another human and i feel it all. their pain collides with mine.
the walls have vanished. you are you. i see you. and oh you are magical. you exist. in the same way i exist.
i was never alone. for every passing stranger is no longer a stranger. they endure the weight of life just as much as i. is that not the most uniting part? to see another just as deeply trenched in life, drowning in their own sufferings. fighting their own demons when the clock strikes midnight. we are more alike than i led myself to believe.
i thought myself to be crazy! alone in madness! but we are all the same. the next person is just as haunted as the one before. and that may be the most beautiful part. there are parts of our existence that only we carry, only we reveal back to ourselves. but if everyone carries those parts of their soul, and it is not only i, how can i be alone facing it?
i share this world with you. and that is worth celebrating.