don't it make you sad to know that life is more than who we are

I haven't been very talkative lately, and I apologize for that. I've been in one of those moods where I have thoughts, but they don't translate easily. I've also been thinking that they're a little redundant, but I suppose I have to remember that things that preoccupy you don't always just come out of the box all pretty and sparkly and solved for you.

Some assembly required.



Anyhow, I thought today I'd spend some time mulling over people. Every time I get close to someone I am again reminded of how truly complex we all are. People surprise me a lot. I guess you sort of get lulled into thinking of the people you pass by on the street every day, or the ones you rub elbows with at the supermarket, are somehow outside and accessory to you. But have you ever wondered what the guy who is contemplating the bagels in the bread aisle is doing with his life? Does he have someone to come home to? Where is he from, and where is he going? What are his skeletons, his demons? And what are the chances that that individual is in the same bread aisle as you, at that exact time?



"Envy is ignorance, imitation is suicide."

I quoted it to a friend of mine last night. It's one of my favorites. Jealousy of another person is silly, because you have no idea what their life is like, and what challenges they have to face every day. If it's too good to be true, it probably is, and just because the outside is polished and shiny doesn't mean that the inside can't have fissures. Sometimes the polished ones have cracks that run pretty deep.