We may feel like no one understands us, at times, but it’s good to remember that there’s always someone who will recognize our stories.
All our stories
Most of you probably know Humans of New York. It’s one of my favourite Facebook pages, and I’m often so touched by the stories. The very personal and sometimes real intense stories of these humans.
They can be really happy, with smiling people and a great story that’ll make you laugh. Stories of immigrants taking so much pride in their work and speaking so happily of their time in America, you sincerely hope they are allowed to stay forever. Stories of modern day heroes, who set everything aside to help others and expect nothing in return. Little kids, wise enough to make anyone believe they’re on this earth for the second time.
They can also be heartbreaking. Usually when you see a picture without someone’s head, you’ll know it’s a story lined with pain, regret, anger or shame. These stories often leave me with tears in my eyes, but I still like to read them. I think it reminds us of the important things in life. To be happy with the love you receive. The house you live in. The food you get to eat and the experiences that made you to who you are today.
What usually touches me most, is the comment section. No matter the situation, there’s so much support and wisdom given by complete strangers. No matter where you’re from and how you grew up, there’s always people who recognize themselves in your situation. We’re never alone. No matter how painful the stories, there’s always people who understand. And that, to me, is not only very comforting but inspiring as well.
We’re all the same but different, in a way
I hope I haven’t lost you yet: I’ll conclude this story with the reason why I’m writing this. You see, quitting my education has been very good for me. The freedom from disturbance, as I’d like to call it, has opened my eyes in a way. I’m able to look around, and notice things I’d never have noticed before.
While I used to see people as ‘objects’, passing by, I now find myself wondering about their stories. Anxiety and fear of failure often results in comparing yourself to others. I think I, and many like me, have lost track of reality in a way. We seem to forget that everyone has a story, and that story is often so different from what we can see on the outside.
Lately I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this, while walking around town or writing in the library. And I believe that it humbles me in a way, to know that there is so much going on behind the scenes. When I read the posts from Humans of New York I first look at the picture, and afterwards I’m always surprised by what they told the photographer. I didn’t expect that at all!
And that, my dear readers, is what I’d like to conclude this post with. You know what they say: don’t judge a book by its cover.
The pictures are all mine. I took them on various occasions, to practise with my camera.