It is really strange to think about everyone you’ve walked past or casually interacted with earlier in the day. Each one of them a novel, an album or two, and a film. I think that’s the case for even the most seemingly mundane or mediocre people, as people are not always what they seem. Details, intricate details, contain poetry. Poetry contains something to be learnt. Something to be felt. Feeling da feels makes you feel not dead. Not feeling dead is nice.
Yet, we dismiss people at the drop of a hat. What of those who don't appeal to you? Thousands of stories untold, thousands of truths yet to unfold. One tiny judgement, and we could miss out on a universe of experiences, knowledge, love, passion. Because we think someone isn’t cool enough, not interesting enough, not pretty enough, not socially skilled enough. We scrape the iceberg and let the ship sail without having found treasures frozen inside.
I don’t know what my point is, maybe it’s something cliche like hey people be nice, listen, don’t judge too quickly yada yada shit no one really cares to do but fuck, I’m no saint either.