If you are in a high rise building like I am almost every day when I go to school in the middle of DC and you look down...you see the people. The people that makeup who and what this world is. There's a woman with a red bag, she waits at the light like you're supposed to, but another woman barrels on across the street barely looking to notice if any cars are coming. A man is holding the hand of his child, she skips along, he looks down and grins *I can't actually see the grin, but I'm hoping its there*, there are the homeless sitting on the ground watching as people pass by. People holding bags and boxes, food and coffee cups, men, women, teenagers. The list goes on.
One of the interesting things I find about standing up there looking down is I'm always wondering who these people are. In a fleeting moment you are a part of someone elses life, driving past them, making their coffee, watching them as they ride the escalator down to the metro. But do you ever really wonder who they are?
When I get my morning coffee at Starbucks there are two people who always spell my name correctly...some people in my family can't even do that. I always wonder who THEY know in their life that spells their name like I spell mine. It makes you wonder....
If you stand long enough from up above you see the pattern that we have created in our lives, the stops and the gos, the rules that we all must adhere to. It may seem as if we are in perfect sincrnaztion, but we never truly are. Within all of us is that spark that makes us different, makes us unique. Makes us pause before we take the step across the road that could save our life from an oncoming car that doesn't see the light. Or the person who drops the extra quarter from coffee into the homeless persons hand.
For now I'll just continue to watch from my perch in the sky...
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