It’s weird to think that someone you just walked past might be the last person on earth that someone somewhere else wants to see.
Or there’s someone in the world who wants nothing more than to see that person today, but they can’t and you can.
And you don’t even think about it.
It’s just strange to think about what these random people mean to others and to their family or their ex or their teachers. I think about the people in my life that I hate and the people I love and how others just walk past them every day without knowing what they mean to me and that almost makes me angry.
I do the same thing too.
If I think about it too much, it just gets so overwhelming.
People are so important and there’s so many of them, it seems impossible that there could be so much meaning everywhere.
But then people leave, you don’t want them to leave but they have to.
And for me, I thought she was my home.
But she left me in the rain.
Han Cheonsa left me in the rain.
the next coming up installment: Home.