I’ve often thought about how when you pass by someone walking on a sidewalk, to you that person is just someone you see and then you’ll never see again. They’re just filling in your view of that day. But to that person you are the exact same, just someone they pass and never see again. If I’m stuck in traffic I usually get frustrated by all the people on the highway, but I then try to remember that I’m one of those people for someone else. Everyone you see is living their own life, just like you.