There is nothing more beautiful than a human being, any human being. The hands, the hair, the skin, the eyes, each so different- no two the same- yet so intricately sewn together by a masterful hand, each a testimony of a life and each a story of their own. Every mind, eye, heart, soul thinking, seeing, feeling, yearning differently. Every person an original masterpiece.
And when you cross someone on the street, or sit next to someone on the bus- you might never speak, your arm may never brush past theirs, you may never even make eye contact- but you suddenly become a small part of their life. You might never know their past or their future, but for a brief moment, you become part of their present. For a brief moment, your lives intersect, and you are a thread in the fabric in each others lives. A small thread, maybe an insignificant thread, but still a thread. Still existing. Isn't that beautiful? You exist in moment of their lives, and they exist in a moment of yours. Imagine how many people have sewn themselves into your life, and how many peoples lives you have been sewed into.
The very essence of humanity is beautiful.
But people become even more captivating when you observe them a little closer. The passion, the vulnerability, the curiosity, the love, the weakness, the hurt, the joy you see in the faces of man. The perplexing ambiguity.
How can you not fall in love with the nakedness, the purity, the beauty of human beings in small moments? Staring out of the window of a train- what are you thinking? There is such a depth, such a weight to their stare. So full of something- but what? What are your thoughts? Where are you going? Are you leaving, or just arriving? What's your story?
Engaged in a book, a quick lick of their finger to turn the page, fiddling with their watch, an expression of agitation as they try to set the right time, choosing a meal from a menu, the small frown on their face, biting their lip, the openness of a drunk, vulnerable, crying, inside and out, the sure hand of a mother and the naive hopefulness of a child.
Even more breathtaking is the way you see those close to you, in small, meaningless moments that- ironically- mean so much.
That look, that openness and vulnerability in the eyes of your best friend, just before she breaks down and cries. That quiver of her lip, that choked sob that pulls at your heart. The absent-minded hum as your mother searches in the kitchen for a jar of this, or a bottle of that, talking wildly to herself as she opens cupboard after cupboard; or the fragility in her face as she worries for the future. What about that silence, that beautiful silence, that follows the fits of laughter shared between you and your long-distance best pal, when you both understand much you mean to each other and how happy you are together. Or your boyfriend, the way he looks at you between teasing you and he says nothing, but you adore that look in his eyes and can't help but wonder what he's thinking when he looks at you like that. His little quirks, his tones, his expressions- you learn them one by one, and you fall for him again each time.
I know I overuse the word 'amazing', and each time I decrease it's verbal, descriptive value but really- people are amazing.
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