I observe people a lot. I like to watch their hair, their smiles, the way their eyebrows give away their emotions.
It's always when I'm looking at particularly put-together people that I have this realization, and it never fails to startle me.
Everybody cries.
Everybody gets lonely.
Everybody something inside them that's sad and cold and it's something that they hide from the world.
Like....woah.
Do you ever think about that?
Because it's true. The more I get to know people, the more I realize that it's true.
And so when I look at people, sometimes I try to see that thing that they're hiding. Like everyone has this broken secret inside them that if I look hard enough, I'll see. Of course, I never see. Several times, I've befriended someone and gotten to know them, and all the while I've wondered if I'll ever see their secret pain.
Some people, I never do.
And some, when I do, I wish I hadn't because it feels intrusive to have a secret that's so clearly theirs.
Other times, it's breathtaking and heartbreaking and incredible that someone so....neat.....has something like that inside them....
....but suddenly, I love them so much more for it.
And because of that sad, broken thing, I see the whole world a little more clearly.
That's why I love observing people. I imagine what it would be like to be friends with their secret, and maybe make it not so broken anymore.
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