I realized I wasn't numb because I still had feelings for her , it was because I genuinely didn't have feelings for you . It took months of contemplation and a life buzzed car ride for me to realize that I was numb with you... I just didn't feel the same . as I felt freedom driving home with a smile plastered to my face , singing as if every car sondering by was an audience member , I called you and felt small . I realized that the top of the world wasn't with you . I rather be the front page for a day than a back clip ad for an eternity and I think that is who you wanted me to be... a background running tab in your life . and maybe I'm a fool for thinking I was going to be otherwise . but I saw dreams in you , I had hope in you .
I remember several months ago I met a guard by a waiting shed As I waited for my dad to pick me up from the pier His name, I've already forgotten He was around his 40s, or 50s Childless, if I remember Had a tough life Graduated in International Relations Came from a well to do Chinese family Yet all came crashing down so soon After a few decisions then and there He spoke to me in English We talked for awhile He said, people usually looked down On guards like him Thinking they were uneducated They couldn't possibly have interesting lives And at that moment I realized People pass by every single day Without giving them second glances Without realizing they're human too With stories as exciting as those in screens.
My father arrives to pick me up. I stand up, glance at the guard and my father, and I see -
Life is truly spectacular.
As I sit by the passenger seat and drive away The scenery changing before my eyes I wonder if I was the first person to just sit down And listen I wonder how many sat down by that waiting shed before I did Listening to his story And I wonder how many have since then and will continue to Listen I wonder if I'll ever pass by him again I wonder where he is right now Is he still by that waiting shed? Did he ever get a child? Does he still remember me? Was it perhaps all a dream I made up? Who knows?
I wonder with glee and sadness Knowing there are billions out there With stories I will never know.
In my own waiting shed, I shall tell my story too, Through my own fleeting life Through the decisions I'll make Through the people I'll love Through the people I'll lose Through these poems -
And I hope somebody listens.
A Forrest Gump story, don't you think?
People are interesting creatures. You just have to look deep enough. There is a story in every one of us, waiting to be told.
Sonder series #1.
Sonder (n.) "The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own."
a million passerbys pass myriad of blurs and glimpses of life fleeting moment starstruck at someone's significant insignificance and insignificant significance a breathtaking epiphany the art of wondering is somehow frustratingly beautiful