I stand in the centre of the jostling crowd, each person blundering about past me, oblivious to the human that blocked their path, acting as if I were the very floor in which they tread upon.
Ignorant in our ways, we as a society tend to focus on the bigger picture, avoiding what is really upon us, in front of us, staring us right in the face. I stand still watching, how many of us notice the little things around us, the signs that we pass the little parts of the city that build it to the great place that it is.
They say we are all unique.
We’re not.
We are individuals in ways, yes, but we are never truly unique, we all strive for the same goal.. To live.
If we can really call it living.
A woman curses at me as she barges past. “Move out of the way, i’m late!”
Only if you chose to look at time as an indicator.
I start to move again, against the people rushing through, causing frustration amongst the many.
Curses flying past as their blank faces move through me, acknowledging me, yet never really seeing me.
We’re too focused on ourselves to notice each other.
No one sees the beauty in the world any more.
-Roaring Fox
