But there in the background, faint and out of focus, are the extras. The random passersby. Each living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
They carry on invisibly around you, bearing the accumulated weight of their own ambitions, friends, routines, mistakes, worries, triumphs and inherited craziness.
When your life moves on to the next scene, theirs flickers in place, wrapped in a cloud of backstory and inside jokes and characters strung together with countless other stories you’ll never be able to see.
That you’ll never know exists.
Sonder - the realization that everyone has a story.
-The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows-
我想这是个容易迷惑的年纪,对自己对别人对生活。
对于那些常把“有事可以找我聊”挂在嘴边却不曾真正倾听别人故事的人,我想说你们错过了很多。
车龙里扶额皱眉的大叔、地铁里听摇滚乐却不晓得耳机线没插好的学生、上班无聊得开始写博客的我
Everyone has their own once upon a time.
都是些大家知道,却不曾注意的事情。
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