We grow up seeing the world from our own perspective. It’s all about me.

Then as we grow , we mature, we realize that it’s not all about us.

And that other people have lives as complex as ours. They have people that they love and love them back. They have favorite songs and favorite foods. And they are fighting battles we know nothing about.

Turns out this realization has a name, it’s called Sonder.

Sonder - 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.

May 26, 2020 · Words

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