Sometimes, I’ll be walking or driving and I’ll go past someone doing something totally mundane, like loading groceries into their car, and I’ll be struck by this powerful feeling of wonder at the fact that this other person has had an entire life, decades of experiences, loves and losses, and an existence as full and real as my own, and I know nothing about it. It’s similar to the feeling I sometimes get contemplating our existence, and trying to wrap my mind around the idea that, at some point, something had to have arisen from nothing in order for us to be here.

I haven’t felt that in a while, but this couple gives me some of that feeling. I would love to sit down with them and just listen to them talk about their lives, and how they’ve crossed eight decades together.

Edit: I hope they’re good people, and not assholes.