Sometimes we look across the street and see a hobbling man dressed in month-old clothes, blackened by the world in which he is merely a spectator. Or we hear the story of a family torn apart, a child lost too young.Those moments when you’re more attuned to the ones who have nothing, more in synch with the fading sunlight than you ever wished to be. We are after all nothing more than specks in a great celestial space where each one matters less than the next.
Source: This Is What Lonely Feels Like – The Coffeelicious – Medium