So Many People.

I still have yet to write the third entry of my Road Trip diary; but first something that cannot wait. I am currently sat in JFK airport waiting for a connecting flight and I can't help but take everything in around me. Maybe it's because I'm over tired and my mind is attempting at a rate of overload to focus and concentrate and so is picking things up, maybe, that usually it might not in so much detail, but as I'm sat here I can't help but notice people. people. Actual people. Like myself, but not at all like myself. But also EXACTLY like myself. Every one of us an outcome of our life's experiences. Every one of us with family, with friendships, relationships; some good relationships and some bad. Everyone varying in colour, race, nationality, culture, language. Crap it's crazy. Different personalities; people that are outgoing, people that are shy, people that are in a rush, people that seem a bit crazed and people that seem very practical; The guy I was sat next to on the plane from SLC was wearing trouser that zip-turned into shorts and had a very sensible felt sweater on and his own bottle of water with a slice of lemon. I never normally look at what people are wearing; like.ever. But it was the water bottle that started it - it got me thinking (which is always dangerous) - you're not allowed to bring you're own water in past security right? So that guy - even if he had himself just got a connecting flight - had Brought his bottle with the intention of filling it at some point and where had he got the lemon from? From home? From an airport restaurant? Maybe I'm entirely  wrong. Maybe it wasn't water at all? Vodka Maybe?? Who Knows?!! From this bottle I started to guess what kind of person he might be - this is when I noticed the trousers and felt sweater. He also had a pair of glasses hanging off his zip collar and put the free eye covers and his own headphones on to sleep. I made the conclusions from all of these things that he was a very practical person.. the greatest thing about this is that I really have no idea it was all 100% assumption on my part. 

We all have a story. We all have a reason that got us here to this exact moment in the exact same place as another but each and every one of us has different reasons and journeys that brought us here. Thousands and thousands and millions and millions of us all over the world and we're so wonderfully different. It makes me feel a lot of love for people, watching everyone for a tiny instant in their lives - it makes me want to celebrate who we are, our souls - Who are they? What are their likes, their dislikes? Their religious beliefs, if any? Why they have those beliefs? Their happy stories? Their tragic stories? Things they've done in their past because of bravery? Things they've done because of cowardice? Achievements, the things they value? I'm just so curious and we all walk past each other forgetting that we're unified simply because we're the same in the fact that we're so individual and all just trying to make the best out of what we have?

I really love people and I guess that that is all I really wanted to get to saying. I love people. People I know, people I don't know. We've all had experiences that shape us and we're all journeying somewhere from somewhere. When we cross each others paths in our daily lives do we ever stop to wonder, who are you, how have you got to be in this place in your life and how are you doing? Also, sir, m'am. In case you feel like you're not and even if you feel like you are; maybe you need reminding.. please know that you are loved. Really, really loved.