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What’s Their Story?

There are days when I catch myself really looking at the stranger who passes me by, the person who sits across from me on the train on the way to school, or at the face that is among a random crowd and wonder to myself: “What is their story?”

I wonder how their experiences have defined them. How did life lead them to eventually be in the same place I was when our paths crossed, even if our worlds colliding was as insignificant as passing the hundreds of other strangers that day. And I wonder what it would be like to step into their shoes so I could experience the world from their point of view. Would a beautiful day in my eyes would be a gloomy day in theirs as sadness grips their hearts. I question if the five dollar bill in my pocket that I take for granted would mean everything to that stranger that I did not know didn’t have a penny to his name. Would it even be to crazy to imagine that their perception of the colour red may even be completely different than my own?

I wonder about their world. It’s weird to think about how different we really are because we have all grew up experiencing different things. How our definition of sadness and happiness is different because they are based on our own unique experiences that brought out these emotions. I look at these strangers with curiosity because I realize their story is completely different than my own - and there are over 7 billion of these unique stories that I’ll never be able to get to read and truly understand.