Isn’t it so interesting?  

We all live such different lives,  

experiencing different things,  

each on a journey through life. 

Consumed by pain, passion, or love,  

we all tell different stories,  

not one singularly the same as another.  

All complex pieces of a puzzle,  

somewhat connected, intertwined,  

a product of our pasts, a new page into our future.  

I think about all the souls on this earth I don’t know, that perhaps I haven’t met.  

Who will I run into on my walk through life?  

Stories untold that I will have the pleasure of hearing for the first time.  

We are all so different, yet emotions we share,

woven together with threads of care.

Because at the end of it all,  

we are all just walking each other home.