|A touching piece from Reddit - I do not remeber the author but claim no credit for the writing
||[Oct. 25th, 2014|12:23 am]
The definition of the word "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 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
I really enjoyed this. A few years back, I fell into an existential crisis from this realisation, and only emerged thinking that everything must have a reason or purpose, however minute. We breathe the same air, share the same atoms. Although we are all attached at some level, most people are only concerned with their own wants and worries. I had to look closely at my relationships and realise its quality of time not quantity of time, that makes a good friend.
When i fell into a cycle of malaise, i would go for a run into an area of the city i had not yet been, and think this while slowly getting lost in the meandering suburbia. All those houses with families and worries. All those streets that take people to their homes and comfort, far from my own. I would then be able to detach from my momentary grief and follow my curiosity about my own role in that grief, with a more outside perspective, and be able to better define the cause of it. I would then think about the families and how they must feel levels of grief and regrets i would never know. I would still feel alone, but be more content knowing everyone does at some time.
I'm still rebuilding my circles, but I have grown closer bonds to the people from as far back as childhood who would not let me go.
Do not ask for whom the bell tolls.