Maybe it’s creepy, but watching people is one of my favorite things to do. I find people fascinating–they each have their own thoughts, problems, dreams, inner conversations, goals, struggles, ideas, opinions, lives.
As I write this, I am sitting in the coffee shop at my school. To my right, groups of friends are laughing about their mornings. At a nearby computer, two girls discuss a presentation they are giving this afternoon. Upperclassman philosophize about Christian traditions. Two boys play an aggressive game of Ping-Pong while two other boys sit nearby and eat lunch. The coffee machine whirls as sleep-deprived students swipe their credit cards. A dorm-mate asks to borrow a highlighter. The microwave dings as Ramen Noodles finish cooking. The ignored television displays the weather–sunny and 75. Education majors practice an upcoming lesson. People are singing, chanting, reciting, bickering, teasing.
At face value, we seem similar–primarily Caucasian, Christian students in our standard class dress code. But we are all different. We are all uniquely struggling. We are all distinctly pressing towards our futures. Our varieties far outnumber our likenesses.
Unique. Different. Distinct.