I am the center of my own reality. The experiences that I have, the thoughts that enter my head are the things that determine what reality is to me. Sometimes it escapes my comprehension that people can just go about their lives without realizing the things that are going on in my head. How can this test, this relationship, this breakup, or the plans I have for dinner be so central to all of my brain usage and the rest of the world doesn't give them a first thought, let alone a second one. How can the things that shape me so profoundly (well maybe not the dinner plans) have little to no impact on the people who pass me by. What could possibly be taking place in their cortices that warrants more attention than these world shaping thoughts and experiences.
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. Source
People are the centers of their own realities. The experiences that they have, the thoughts that enter their heads are the things that determine what reality is to them. Sometimes it escapes their comprehension that I can just go about my life without realizing the things that are going on in their heads. How can this test, this relationship, this breakup, or the plans they have for dinner be so central to all of their brain usage and I don't give them a first thought, let alone a second one. How can the things that shape them so profoundly (well maybe not the dinner plans) have little to no impact on me, a person who passes them by. What could possibly be taking place in my cortices that warrants more attention than these world shaping thoughts and experiences.
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