Words. Words are, perhaps, the bridge that connect the subconscious
and the conscious. They convey a myriad emotion. They could be spoken,
or sung. They take us places we wouldn’t ever go. Words. I love
words. They can kill, or make alive. They can turn on, or turn off.
Words are powerful.
But sometimes, words are not enough.
There are emotions that can never be accurately put to words. In such
cases, words only give but a clue. I have a favorite word. It is one
word that makes everything make a little sense in my times of
insanity.
.
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.
what’s yours?
