As The World Walks By

Imagine how many people you walk past or lay eyes on each day. You may know some of their names, but you may not be entirely aware of their story. The average person will come across hundreds of people each day and in such a populated area such as a mall, concert stadium, or city sidewalk, I wouldn't be surprised if that amount doubled or even tripled.

That young, blonde girl whom tells you the cost of the wool sweater you decided to purchase; the business man in the Fedora that bumps into you on the street, hurrying to some location unknown to you; the fat guy in the apron whom swipes your evaporated milk and canned bread across the scanner; the sad, old man huddled against the wall on the sidewalk, unshaved and dirty, asking for coins. Who are they, really?

It's enthralling to think of how I can see or meet plenty of people each day and I may never come across them again for the rest of my life. I probably won't even notice. Just like that, someone has beed disregarded and forgotten. You may not have known them, but they've been pushed aside all the same. Fascinating? Sad? Shocking? Confusing? All of the above?

Sometimes I like to watch people. Not in a creepy way, if that's even possible, but in a fashion strictly reserved for observation. I take note of how they walk or how their facial expressions change with the sights they see. I'll even allow my ears to catch fragments of conversations I'm not even a part of just to see what's going on in someone else's life. It catches me off guard, occasionally, the things one can pick up on when it comes to human behaviour. Some regular humans don't notice how some people's faces or eyes can give away the emotion of a thought they are having or how the shoulders of a stranger suddenly tense when they walk into a crowd. I find it interesting to see how someone can be comforted by something as small as holding something in their hands as they walk.

Still find it all a little peculiar? I don't blame you. I'm a peculiar person.

They say, whomever "they" may be, that every single person has a "twin" somewhere in the world; that there is another person out there living a normal life, completely unaware of your existence. My whole life has been spent wondering if this statement is true or not. There have been claims of people meeting their supposed twin and realizing how similar they are in appearance or personality, but then again, there have also been alleged sightings of dragons and unicorns. You never know what to believe these days.

My goal in life is to find my "sister-from-another-mister" and give her a high-five. That way, I can say I high-fived myself and not sound like the loser I usually come across as. Who knows? Maybe she's right where I'd least expect to find her…