punkplants
chic-cactus:

sondern. 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.

chic-cactus:

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.

maggie-eve
humansofnewyork:

"I remember sitting at my grandfather’s feet when I was eight or nine years old, while he sat in an old chair and read the New York Times. He tried to explain the creation of Israel, and the situation in the Middle East. And even though he was a rabbi and a holocaust survivor, he explained the viewpoints of everyone involved in the conflict. Then told me to decide for myself."

humansofnewyork:

"I remember sitting at my grandfather’s feet when I was eight or nine years old, while he sat in an old chair and read the New York Times. He tried to explain the creation of Israel, and the situation in the Middle East. And even though he was a rabbi and a holocaust survivor, he explained the viewpoints of everyone involved in the conflict. Then told me to decide for myself."