sonder.

the realisation that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

sonder.

the realisation that i am selfish to think i am the only person in the world who feels lonely,

as if i am the chosen one who the world has thrown her worst battles at,

as if i am unique in any way, shape or form when there are exact replicas of my being walking around,

with their thoughts and hobbies and feelings and emotions and experiences imitating mine.