As hard as it is for me to accept, I know that I am the person I am today because of who I surround myself with. Inevitably, everybody lives through the experiences of everyone else. We are unique but never purely so. Our lives are bits and pieces scrambled together from... everywhere. Borrowed, stolen... whatever.
Perhaps this is why we're all so emotionally connected to the ones whom we've borrowed from. Their hurt, is our hurt. Their happiness, always a spillover effect. I've always thought that we only felt connected to the ones we love. But what about the random person on the street that sets off some heart-wrenching tunes in your head? How is it possible to relate to someone you barely know?
Perhaps this is why we're all so emotionally connected to the ones whom we've borrowed from. Their hurt, is our hurt. Their happiness, always a spillover effect. I've always thought that we only felt connected to the ones we love. But what about the random person on the street that sets off some heart-wrenching tunes in your head? How is it possible to relate to someone you barely know?
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