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whether it be centimeters or inches, celsius, fahrenheit, or whatever the hell kelvin is, things in life are measured. you measure how long you've lived, how far you've walked, how immortal you will turn out to be. but what if you were measured by the strangers you've met? the times you stopped and said "hello," the times you lifted someone's spirits the times you saw that one kid with a shirt with your favorite band so you said "oh hey, i love them" and they were like "really? that's so cool" and you became like best friends or you didn't. maybe you walked past and acted like they didn't exist or maybe you didn't even notice does anyone ever actually notice?
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Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
sonder
whether it be centimeters or inches, celsius, fahrenheit, or whatever the hell kelvin is, things in life are measured. you measure how long you've lived, how far you've walked, how immortal you will turn out to be. but what if you were measured by the strangers you've met? the times you stopped and said "hello," the times you lifted someone's spirits the times you saw that one kid with a shirt with your favorite band so you said "oh hey, i love them" and they were like "really? that's so cool" and you became like best friends or you didn't. maybe you walked past and acted like they didn't exist or maybe you didn't even notice does anyone ever actually notice?
*sonder: the realization that everyone who passes has a complete life and set of experiences and memories
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17/F/nj
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
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