drivinG home.
i looked out at all the cars, and i thought about all the people in them. and then i thought about their lives, where they’re going, what they’re thinking about. their memories, their childhood, their worries or their anxieties. i thought about how each and every person driving in each and every car has somewhere they want to go, and each and every person lives a life that means the world to them because it’s all they have. and then i felt really weird. because i look around and realize just how insignificant my life is. how i spend all this time worrying or even just continuing to live, when i am just another person in a car.