Personal Narrative: A Brave New World

I remember the day when I had the thought that would from that day on never fail to amaze me. I remember walking down Michigan Avenue in Chicago with the smell of Garrett Popcorn and sewage roaming the air. I remember seeing businessmen and business women making their way to work rolling their briefcases down the street. I remember the massive amount of tourists, including myself, stopping every five feet to take pictures of the beautiful sights of the city. I remember thinking to myself, “Why can’t these people learn how to walk in a polite and organized fashion?” However, the memory that captivates me the most is how many people were there in the same city, even the same street, as me at that exact moment. I had a realization that all of the people there had their own stories and their own reasons to be there at that time. Even though I have obviously always known that we are all human and do human things, it scared me to think about the crazy lives we all live without most people knowing. It gave me goosebumps to …show more content…
Knowing that I am only 1/7,500,000,000 of this world’s population makes my head spin. There are so many people that I have not and never will meet in places that I will never get to see. Each and every day I have that exact epiphany that nevers fails to amaze me. Although human interaction is a frequent happening in most people’s days, whether on social media or in real life, it is sometimes hard to understand the idea that every person in this whole world has their own thoughts, their own memories, and their own aspirations. I often find myself wanting to go up to people and just ask, “What is your life story?” It might be my curious mind, or it might be my inability to comprehend society as a whole, but some days when I walk down the street of my suburban city and see the busy lives of all the soccer moms and handyman dads (or vice versa), I pinch myself and remind myself that it is real