I doubt I could ever articulate just how important every person I cross paths with is to me…some more than others, of course…but each person has their own unique piece of the puzzle in my life. Even the rude person who cuts in line.
I have my favorites and my not-so-favorites, but I find that with each soul I meet (or even those I see across the way and never meet) more often than not I find myself wondering “What is their story?” “How are they so remarkable/unique?” “Are they happy?” “Do they twirl under the stars?”
And in turn, it forces me to ask the same questions of myself…which is good, because the other night I looked up at the stars for the first time in a long time, and I’m just now remembering that even though I’ve been around for decades now it’s okay to take a break and twirl.
So thank you, people of the world.