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 other 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.
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
That beautiful definition above — of an often overlooked aspect of life — caught my eye when I first saw it. I wonder — how can you make people realize this basic fact of life?
I don’t know, but perhaps writing down everything that concerns you at the moment, every doubt, every fear, every hope is a way to achieve it (hint: use paper and burn it after writing). Externalizing what you feel at the moment and then realizing that this is how almost every human being on this planet feels. Not the same items, but roughly the same number and many of the same emotions.
At least for a moment it might bring this awareness, before it vanishes in the usual stream of consciousness. That everyday living where other people are only the foils or assistants in our lives.
What do you think?