[sonder] a poem

Sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

Sonder

Moments eclipsing 

New beginnings 

Or maybe the middle 

For others endings
All beautiful in their own way.


For we are sometimes; mere footnotes 

In other people’s stories. 

Staying only for a moment 

Others for a longer while. 


More reason to treasure those near and dear…
also those passing through.

For in all seasons we can learn from each other.

Even when things can feel a little crazy at times..

Often it’s in those crazy times when it’s most beautiful.

– C. Farish 15/12/2015

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