I’ve often been told I’m a “sympathetic soul.” I’ve never given it much thought, but in recent months I’ve realized: It’s true. I love you and you and you and you and . . . Why? How can I love you? I’ve never even met you.
Because I’m human, too.
I don’t care what you look like or where you live or who you believe in or what you wear. I don’t care if you’re male or female, rich or poor, French or Peruvian, educated or uneducated . . . I don’t care if you like horses or if you like to eat horses . . . I don’t care if you love travel or if you’ve never traveled . . .
Underneath it all, we’re all the same.
See . . . We all want the same things, feel the same things, breathe the same air, bleed the same blood. We’ve all hoped and lost hope, hurt others and been hurt by others. We’ve all tried and fallen, and picked ourselves up again, and fallen again, and picked ourselves up again, and . . .
After all, we’re still here, aren’t we?
We’ve all been stressed and tired and sick and worried. We’ve all lost someone. We’ve all had our hearts broken and broken others’ hearts. We’ve all been lonely . . . We’ve all been there.
And so why shouldn’t I love you? Why shouldn’t I, if I’ve been there, too? Why shouldn’t I feel for you? I’ve needed you to feel for me, too.
No one is invincible.
Not even me.
Not even you.
The world would be a better place if everyone realized that other people are people, too.