Things That Keep Me Up At Night
Sometimes I wonder how my life would be different if I were born anywhere else on the planet. I think it’s incredible how diverse human life is. From remote villages in Oceania to skyscrapers in Manhattan, everyone has their own version of “normal,” and your version is just as foreign to someone else as theirs is to you.
I often think about and try to have a conscious appreciation for the scale of the world and the infinite number of experiences and interactions that occur at any given time. At this very moment, life is beginning for someone, while ending for another. Right now, someone is falling in love, while someone else is getting their heart broken. When you’re driving on the highway do you ever wonder where each car is going? When you’re sitting on a plane, do you ever think about where everyone else is heading and how your common destination means something completely different to everyone on board? I do. All the time. It’s impossible to truly comprehend how big the world truly is. I find that comforting and discomforting at the same time.
When you’re at a concert or sitting in a coffeeshop, that particular moment is something that you have in common with everyone else in that room. You all have different experiences and backgrounds and completely different lives, but for that time, regardless of how long that moment may be, you share that small sliver of time with them. Everybody in that concert hall has a different connection to that artist and those songs; everybody in that coffeeshop has a different reason for being there and an incredibly complex string of events that led them to that precise moment. I think that’s pretty cool.