Have you ever looked at someone and thought - what is it like to live that life? To be that person? To face what they're facing. To think what they're thinking. I get these moments when I see an old woman with a big bag walk by. Or a young couple from college holding hands. Or a beggar on the street. Or some fancy looking woman in a big car. And wonder. What would that life be like?
Hard work, so many luxuries and opportunities I take for granted not there. What is that woman like today? What would I be like?
Or to be in college today, with so many options to spend money, and what would my parents have been able to allow me to do? Pubs, malls, so many places to blow up money. Would I have had money to wear designer clothes as a college kid in today's world?
Or to have shitload of money by virtue of my blood or marriage. No need to work, maybe even no desire to. What life does that woman live? How hard is it to be visible, rich, useless, beautiful?
It's about what ifs, what else my life could have been. But also, more, a specific someone else I see. And a wonder of what a huge plethora of lives people lead, things people do, struggles people face, joys people have. And the story my mind makes about his or her life.
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