Reading anything and or knowing something, learning something new about someone from words of mouth are like taking a little peek into a very small part of their lives.




You learn about a minimal amount of their daily lives, what they like/dislike,

their problems and what they want to do, etc.











When you thought you knew the person, then you hear someone say something different about them 
and hear what they actually have to say.




You really get to know them. 




This realisation has has struck me. And made me rather upset. 
It is how little you're ever going to know about all the people you will get to know in your entire life 
(be it a public figure, someone you've met, an acquaintance, even a friend, your bestfriend)




Knowing about some people's problems makes me want to help them and know more about them because maybe that's what they need at that time but instead, I'm reading, listening, doing nothing.






Sometimes, you wish you could get to know so much more people and know them, like really know them.







But why is it that I'm doing nothing? Could it be the fear of approaching someone unfamiliar to me? Assuming that it wouldn't work?






But then again, knowing everyone in this world is impossible.






So to all the people with problems (which is everyone):






Think about it, this universe is infinite. In the end, us as an individual, is as small as a piece of lint.






And our problems that seem oft so big, turn out to be a lot more minute than they seem.






You could think about it rationally too, couldn't you? Since we're so small, we could really just ignore whatever that's bothering us and just do whatever we desire. 






The minute we're born, we start to die.


So how much more time do we really have left?






I don't want to make this cliche. But there had been so many problems that I've seen/read/heard about recently and wanted to talk about it. 









:-)