the train.

We all look around ourselves, casting brief glances at the people surrounding us. Sometimes we may think a little deeper, wonder who they are or where they’re going. But we never really think about who they are. We might think we do, but we don’t. Do we consider that the pieces of paper sticking out their bag are divorce papers? Do we think about why they keep twisting their ring round and round their finger? Do we wonder why there are bags under their eyes?

You don’t, but I do. I’m watching, always observing, looking for every single detail in every single one of your lives. Because everybody matters, every single last one of you.

You might just think you’re sitting there, sipping your latté and reading your paper, but you’re not. You’re representing you, and maybe it’s time to let others see who exactly that is.

Everyone has something in common with each person they see, but do you know what yours is?

The train.