If they had the courage to say it, then could you relate? It’s the people who always smile, who actually
have more to be sad about than you would ever think; the people who seem utterly, so brilliantly perfect, who struggle the most inside. When was the last time you actually stopped to think about someone else, over yourself? Time may afford you only the shortest minute to stop walking and smile at the stranger who always seems alone, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do more. Our life is nothing more than exchanging Hello’s and Goodbye’s with the people who come in, then go out. But the fleeting moment when you have one of those exchanges with a stranger, is the most thoughtful, most wistful, and most beautiful memory that will keep you thinking, even when you don’t realize it. In a few years when you’re sitting in the train with the melting rain trickling down the windows, with strangers around you with their heads tilted into their books, with the quiet murmur of chatter through the dusty air, is when you think back to that very moment, that very same moment, when your eyes met that stranger’s, and you will wish you had said more. That you had asked for a name. A contact detail. Not just remembering that they were holding a guitar, or that they had the deepest grey eyes, or they had the strangest, most enchanting smile you had ever seen.
If they had the courage to say it, then could you relate? It’s the people who always smile, who actually 
have more to be sad about than you would ever think; the people who seem utterly, so brilliantly perfect, who struggle the most inside. When was the last time you actually stopped to think about someone else, over yourself? Time may afford you only the shortest minute to stop walking and smile at the stranger who always seems alone, but that doesn’t mean you can’t do more. Our life is nothing more than exchanging Hello’s and Goodbye’s with the people who come in, then go out. But the fleeting moment when you have one of those exchanges with a stranger, is the most thoughtful, most wistful, and most beautiful memory that will keep you thinking, even when you don’t realize it. In a few years when you’re sitting in the train with the melting rain trickling down the windows, with strangers around you with their heads tilted into their books, with the quiet murmur of chatter through the dusty air, is when you think back to that very moment, that very same moment, when your eyes met that stranger’s, and you will wish you had said more. That you had asked for a name. A contact detail. Not just remembering that they were holding a guitar, or that they had the deepest grey eyes, or they had the strangest, most enchanting smile you had ever seen.
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