I think it's strange the way we all see 'people'. And the way we change our opinions about 'them'. Of course, it's a question whether we connect or not. But how do we connect, and why aren't we always connected?
I guess it only takes one stranger to turn us around, in one way or another; a stranger that's held responsible for a sea of strangers.
There's a mystical quality in this. Imagine walking in a crowd that fill you with stress and disgust, versus walking among strangers you love and respect.
I guess it only takes one stranger to turn us around, in one way or another; a stranger that's held responsible for a sea of strangers.
There's a mystical quality in this. Imagine walking in a crowd that fill you with stress and disgust, versus walking among strangers you love and respect.
But then again, it might be that Charles M. Schulz was right on: "I love mankind; it's people I can't stand."
