The Revolutionary Act Of Us

I watch people. Not in the lurking, over-the-shoulder way—more in the “I wonder what chapter of life they’re in” way. I watch because I love people. I love to witness the stories people often don’t know they are telling. I love the small, everyday miracles—breaths, pulses, atoms—doing what they do without needing to be seen.

But here’s what I don’t love: how so many people today want to shrink our world down to a single, colorless and lifeless form.