Bird no. 258. Too far. . Sometimes I forget that there’s a whole world out there because I
Bird no. 258. Too far..Sometimes I forget that there’s a whole world out there because I’m so preoccupied with my inner one..When my headphones died a final death on the metro the other day, I found myself catapulted into a world that I had been trying to distract myself from. Suddenly I discovered myself surrounded by strangers, each one of them waiting, just like me, for their stop. Each one a protagonist in a story that I will never know, which they will weave through this city and others, on other trains, with other strangers..It was a beautiful reminder that we’re all such tiny parts of a huge ecosystem, and that we’re all a little bit connected to everyone else… even though we spend so much of our time actively avoiding it..I was listening to something (probably Hidden Brain again) and they were talking about a study where they found that while we think no one on public transit wants to talk to us, almost 100% of people will be into it if we start a conversation, and everyone comes away a little happier. Even knowing that, the simple action of reaching out to a stranger to chat about the weather feels like a huge, vulnerable stretch to me. Maybe I’ll get there one day..In the meantime, I’d better get some new headphones .#ifitisbrokeyoufixit #strangers #bigworldoutthere.#sonder #n #definition #therealizationthateachrandompasserbyislivingalifeasvividandcomplexasyourown (at Montreal, Quebec) -- source link
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