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Had a rather odd existential moment just now while I was rereading Fahrenheit 451 haha, it got me thinking about the existence of a unique soul inside every single human being on this planet who is living and who has ever lived. It truly is quite a remarkable concept once one stops and thinks about it, that inside every person you see on the street, within the familiar faces you see every day and the unfamiliar ones, resides someone. Every single person is looking out of their own eyes, living out their lives and having their own experiences, be they together with or separate from yours. And just imagine the sheer number of emotions and feelings that a person could be experiencing at any single point of time! The idea that outward appearances are important just somehow felt more and more ridiculous to me, aren't our bodies but mere shells for this incredibly weird being within us? Any doctor could stick some evil-looking instrument down my throat, look down my guts (...sorry) and claim that they've seen the inside of me, but I'm pretty sure everyone would agree that even if our entire physical bodies were to be dismantled and laid out for all to see, who we are as individuals is perhaps by no means fully represented in our physical appearances. So...I don't know. I'm not quite sure what on earth I'm trying to get at here, or if there's even a point to all this rambling but I guess it was just intensely interesting for me, this first time actually thinking about how we are all living, each and every one of us in this world, all our individual lives and thoughts and feelings and I'm pretty sure my words are not doing the majesty of it all nearly enough justice, but it truly is a remarkable thing to think about :)

Perhaps that's part of the reason why I've never truly hated anyone before- we are all simply human after all, and every single person is just so beautifully complex that I just feel that it is pretty dang near impossible for anyone to be able to say that they know another inside and out. And who are we to judge one whose life we aren't living, whose thoughts we haven't thought, whose emotions we haven't felt? Maybe that's what's behind (pardon my very strong romanticism rearing its dopey head  here hahaha) the concept of falling in love, at least a little, with everyday people you meet and spend time with: with the stranger at the bus stop who meets your eye and gives you a shy smile, with the boy you've never exchanged a single word with but whose voice you could recognise anywhere, with the friend you see everyday in school with whom you've shared so much. Maybe we recognise a little bit of ourselves in all these people, see in them pieces of us that we keep hidden, realise with a startling sense of recognition that we are all the same but so very different. There's something in everyone that is worth loving, worth spending our time on, worth getting to know, even if there will never come a time when you are wholly able to see or experience another soul like your own.

Being alive and human really is beautiful ^^