There are so many people; all with their own unique personalities and quirks, different backgrounds and futures, habits and secrets, and it truly amazes me every time I think of it.
But what interests me even more is that none of that matters in the slightest. Every single person that any person will ever come to know will die one day. In a few decades, or maybe centuries if you lucky/unlucky depending in how you look at it, and we'll all he forgotten.
Nothing matters. Is it strange that i find comfort in that?